been there, seen that

I've been here---I've glimpsed this (and I say glimpsed because whilst I did step inside, I was a little too nervous, too overwhelmed, too out of place to really look).

It's Le Bibliotheque Nationale on Le Rue De Richelieu, Paris.

And today I am longing to return---to catch a glimpse of the leathered spines and rich, mahogany reading desks. To eat croissants in the park and hang out, basking in the sun near Le Louvre. To walk, aimlessly, but to find beauty everywhere.

And I might, just might, be looking at hotels---you know, just in case.

And I might, just might, start revising French---you know, just in case.