Christmas market and the lights... I could roam around the city center all night despite the cold. Just imagine... The smell of mulled wine, cinnamon churros, and spices (but not raclette, cause that shit's nasty) filling the air. Le sigh. Why don't such things exist to the same extent in the U.S.?
Le Capitole
noir de monde!
ooo
où est père noël?!
selling everything from jewelry to spices to handbags to crêpes. if there's a
heaven, I hope this is what it looks like.
bondé
centre-ville
la croix Occitane au sommet
Place Wilson
[meat] lover's [pizza]
<3
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