Iceland Should Pay Out

If I wasn't still in Paris I would have never discovered the wholesale jewelery district.

And I wouldn't have this huge heavy stash to cart home.

If I wasn't still in Paris I would have never stumbled upon this store which would make Ludgera cry. I teared up.

My stealth photograph clearly shows a vintage ribbon store. 1900s.
Sweet mother of pearl. I'm a dead woman.

Given my picture of the wholesale beads...I only bought a little ribbon.
Air Canada better send me home soon. Or I'll be working in one of these stores.

If I wasn't still in Paris I would not have had yet another pastry when I wasn't even hungry today. Pants are getting tighter.

Iceland. You owe.