I spied Marc Jacobs, busy at work, through a window at work.
This morning, I could hear my neighbor practicing the piano.
Wednesday night, I back and forthed between the creamiest vanilla crème bruleée and the richest chocolate mousse at Chez Janou.
I felt so happy to see Jeremy and Tiffany after several years; and so happy to see Mel upon her return from Paris.
And smells? Well nothing is better than that fresh-baguettes-from-the-oven smell from the Paris boulangeries.