j'adore paris

how was paris? paris was lots and lots of wine with lots of good cheese over even more good conversation. it's shopping in extravagant stores, spending insane amounts of money. it's being able to say, "you only live once," before you blow $200 on the cashmere gray leopard print sweater vest. it's the irritated look and roll of the eyes from the waitors and store clerks when you try to speak french so they can answer you in english. it's the best steak frites ever from relais de l'entrecote. it's bread from poilane. it's le bon marche and the ridiculous market on the first floor and the break for gorgeous pastries and cappuccinos when we'd worked up an appetite shopping. it's the tiny streets, the beautiful ancient buildings. the secret parks and courtyards. the bad bad dancing that all french people do as they pretend to mouth the words to english songs that they don't know the lyrics to. it's the smoke EVERYWHERE. it's vintage shopping. it's stunning metro stops. it's glimpses of the arc and the tour dashing from bar to bar. it's the place that i'll be taking a yearly trip to from here on out.