Thursday, September 17, 2015

Coffee and a croissant, perfection

I am completely naïve and didn't realize that the perfection of sitting in a Parisian café, drinking coffee and eating a croissant, was not effortless. Apparently it requires makeup, wardrobe, several interns reflecting light onto you properly, a boom mike, and other accoutrements of visual/auditory perfection.
My guess is that the coffee wasn't even warm anymore. And that she didn't drink it. Overall, very pretty, but sensually disappointing.

This post's theme word is naff, "very unstylish or unsophisticated," or "useless, of poor quality." She would never be seen at the naff café around the corner.

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