"So this is Paris?" The train slowed down as we rolled into the polis of what was the city of love. "It's smaller than I expected."
"Everything in France is smaller than expected," Moira grumbled. "Except the mansions."
"The highborn mansions, you mean," I had seen the modern houses of the rich and they were small too. "I am excited to try the cafe's here."
"Forget that, there's a bakery here that can literally take all of my money." Moira was very passionate about baked goods the same way I was very passionate about caffeine. "Their macarons and Victoria sponge cake are to. Die. For."
"Victoria sponge cake, you say?" I perked up. In my opinion there was nothing more perfect than a nice, thick slice of Victoria sponge cake and piping hot coffee.
