Dear new abode paris flea market

I love you.  There, I said it.  I thought I loved you before your extreme makeover but I realize this new love is a mature love, a grown up love, yep, I'm just that shallow.

The old abode was bright and obvious, while you, my darling are subtle, smoky and lingering like an early autumn bonfire

Whenever I see you I want to stay 

you comfort me