Last night, while sprinting from wagon to wagon of the same train (to be closer to the exit at my stop), I quite took a liking to the reflection of my red in the steel metro doors. The red flash of movement was so amusing to me in fact, I almost forgot what time I was actually going home at.
P.S. Looking at my yellow "lunch box," I really wish I had my old-school Lisa Frank lunch bag with me in Paris - I can just imagine how much fun it would be!
top: Zara; pants: Forever XXI; shoes: H&M