I would go into this shop every afternoon after eating my lunch. I would stare at each color and dream up my paintings then and there in this pastel color shop. Then, I would walk out the door and go home, take a new white piece of paper, and begin.
If I were a scholar,
I would sit in this bookstore that overlooks the Seine River. I would only read and write for some time before getting up again to walk down these steps
and examen the stack of books. After this would I go back up the steps and imagine myself as a famous writer in Paris, with many demands from my fans and coffee being made for me every hour. Then I would sit back down and write again.
If I were an actress
If I were an actress