While wandering the streets of my very favorite city on earth, I came across this dream of a cheese shop. If I lived in Paris I would go there every day, buying something wonderful to bring home to my little flat. I would enjoy it with a simple bottle of wine and a delicious baguette. I would have the windows thrown open, old French music playing, and I would listen to the sounds of the city below. Even saying this makes my heart long to go back. I’m not sure why I am having more difficulty this time with leaving Paris behind. But I am.