After the Cafe

I felt like a TV character. Except the one I was playing was better then any that I had ever seen. The scenery was lush. Greenery everywhere, a slight breeze on a sunny day. We walked into the white walled boutique, that smelled of wildflowers. We sifted through the racks and fell in love with the unique designs and patterns. We tried on clothing upon clothing, giggling in our temporary nighties, and smiling as the sun rays streamed through the open windows. We quickly made friends with the boutique owner, who chuckled at our love of boho and quirky fashion. She gave us discounts and we walked out smiling, reading to take on more shops, and take on we did. Bikini tops at my very first lingerie boutique(I had never felt so grown up in my life), accessories at the boho chic boutique at the corner, lusting over anthropology. It was a day of shopping very well spent. We then sauntered over to a chocolate boutique to top off our girly day. Frozen caramel hot chocolate hit the spot(but is it really hot chocolate if it isn't hot?) Then we decided to end our visit at what I will now and forever consider the greatest store of all time. The oxford exchange. It was packed fill with everything I loved. Part indie, organic market, park bookstore, part tea lounge, part greenhouse, part eclectic boutique, all residing in what appeared to formerly be a vintage train station, or printing press, very much reminiscent of London. I was in love. I couldn't decide if I wanted to live in Tampa, London, or Paris(my heart was still very much at that cafe). Parting was such sweet sorrow but that day will forever be one of the best and most informative. Although it didn't do much to calm my wanderlust. Maybe it's not meant to be calmed.