Whenever I find myself with a lot on, I always seem to develop a wandering mind. I can’t concentrate on the task at hand because I’m too busy finding a load of meaningless activities to fill my day with. Procrastination has always been one of my many talents (although judging by a friend’s facebook status the other day, it seems procrastinating is one of the many transferable skills that lit grads end up with).
Anyway, so instead of updating my CV and reading the stuff I was supposed to be reading, I’ve found myself looking at travel books, again. It’s only been 4 months since I was in India but already I’ve got itchy feet.
You can probably remember me mentioning back here, that I was hoping for a trip to Paris late this year, and with my French lessons finished for summer, I’ve found myself pouring over this copy of Authentik’s Chic Paris. I love the illustrations and I really want to try out all the places it mentions. I’m hoping to organise a birthday trip with some of the girls for mine and Lucy’s birthday in November but it seems so far away!