I often think that if I could be anywhere in the whole entire world, it would be in a Parisian consignment shop, in one of those upscale residential neighborhoods (the 16th?) where the used clothes are peak French and spectacular. I have been to such places but not since 1823, so it would be nice to go back.
But if that’s not possible, maybe I can go to …
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