To burst your bubble or accept the distinction. a bigger one
I want to live in France, meet nice random friendly people and eat home made croissants from the bakery below my apartment tucked comfortably in a bright flowery alley. Accompanied by a lovely cup of Earl Grey and pieces from Bach, what nice substitutes to foul mouthed people of the reality. I go home, see the occasional photographs around the little apartment and reminisce. That's how far it will go.
Reminiscence.