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As the days get shorter, as I get a cold, as it rains and the temperature lowers, I take it all as a sign. It’s a sign that the moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived… !

Time to wrap myself up in plaid, make myself a good cup of tea, and plunge into a TV show. And if it all possible, the most regressive, the most immoral, the most insufferable, the most fashionable, the most delicious show on television: Gossip Girl.

Voilà, that’s how I spent my entire weekend in a limo on the Upper East Side with Blair, Serena and Chuck.

And then at another moment in time, as you don’t want to get too zombie-eyed, I decided to stick my head outside for a bit and have a coffee with my friend Eleonora.

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Sunday, 8:45 p.m. : I’m in front of the Espace Pierre Cardin. All my cocktail dresses and favorite outfits are lost unto forever and I have nothing at all to wear, but I could care less, I’ve got my backup Jane Birkin style with my white button-down from ‘82, I should even carry around a wicker basket to top off my look. And look at that, I even found some earrings in the pockets. Pffff. So. Classy.

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Sunday, 4 pm, at the airport: Coming home again, happy, drunk on Spanish sun, I’m waiting for my suitcase having coffee and reading Elle. I’ve been waiting a while but no worries, I’m in an unbreakably good mood.

4:32 : Still waiting… Unbreakable, I said, an unbreakably good mood.

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Barcelona always makes me euphoric*. It’s got to be the mediterranean sun, the weather, the architecture**… Every time I’m there, I spend hours just walking, eyes in the sky and a blissfully large smile***. Of course, it’s got something to do with the people.

Picture this:

I ran into Alexandra and right away, fell in love with her jean shirt and took her picture.

Then we were off to go have a coffee, and get this, in the middle of the café, she pulls off her jean shirt**** and she says it would be her pleasure to give it to me. And well, I said yes!

And now, as I’m writing you, I’m at my apartment in Paris, looking through my pictures from Barcelona (I’m warning you, you’re missing out on my terrible architecture photos, and my amazing pictures of food, and don’t even ask for ‘em because I’ll publish them!!!*****) and I’m wearing Alexandra’s shirt and telling myself that this is the last time I go 10 years without going to Barcelona.

This town is like its people: a true gem!

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The Spanish are bonkers. All they think about is partying. They party long, they party good, and they party right!

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