This summer I plan to listen to 'Dominique' on repeat, and drink nothing but pastis. I've really adopted the lifestyle. And by that I mean, I've finally acquired a serious fondness for taste for pastis.
I also want to be a gypsy. I need a persian rug I to live on. No bed, just some sea shells old candles. And a bunch of silk scarves to sleep under. I don't know why that constitutes being a gypsy. It just does. This sounds like it would be fun for like two days. Maybe three if I made some money off selling home made ashtrays or friendship bracelets.