I have returned home…with a belly full of fromage and vin. I have so much to fill you all in on, but for now I will just say that j’adore Paris.
The architecture, the food, the men. Oh my god, the men. I was literally swooning left and right. American men could learn a thing or two about dressing from the French men. I did not see one track suit or fraternity t-shirt. Have I mentioned the amount of cheese consumed? I’m talking cheese at every single meal.
Many more details to come…
What you can’t see in the above picture is my pleather pants. Oh yes, I rocked pleather pants in Paris. We were heading to the Moulin Rouge and I just wanted to dress appropriately, ok?
One of my favorite shots. Three generations taking a stroll in Paris. No big deal.