Sometimes I'm quite sure I was born in the wrong era. Sometimes I'm quite sure I should be far more European than I am. Sometimes I daydream about living in Paris in the 40s. I'm going to have a very fabulous Parisian brunch some day, and this will be the background music. No reason it should only be relegated to late night bathroom beauty regimens or when I'm making coq au vin or boeuf bourgogne by myself.