So, I’ve finally bought myself a car: a 1965 Ford Mustang! The only snag is that I don’t have my driver’s licence.
Yep, that’s the way it is, I’ve never really needed it in Paris. My many travels and a lack of time (and maybe laziness and its BFF procrastination) have just always extended the deadline.
Never mind, I have the best driver you could ever dream of: my boyfriend!