so I took down her tattered journal of quotes, to share this with you

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. Not being able to put Picadilly together with Regent Street or relate Hyde
Park to distant Charing Cross,
that is deliciousness.
To go down the Spanish Steps in Rome and

-Vanish.
To go out in Paris midnight crowds and wonder why you love it so, as
texture after texture drifts by and you wish you could walk forever...