No. 2: The Colors of France
One of the things I love about France is color.
Which upon reflection seems a bit ironic coming from a girl who calls Paris home—the small town where the natives only wear dark black, medium black, light black, murky black, mournful black, gloomy black, sometimes dreary grey, or, if they are feeling especially adventurous, a reliable navy blue, or peut-être, chocolate brown.
I guess the reason the colors of France strike me as something to devote a whole post to is because in the City of Light, there is a whole lot of darkness.
So when you see the flushes and blushes of color among the sea of blackness, you can’t help but beam and sometimes even be bedazzled.
peut-être: maybe, perhaps, possibly, perchance