sat on the edge of the seine and ate foie gras and drank mojitos and felt uber french
ate black sesame ice cream sandwiches and thai food in the luxembourg gardens and tried on floor-length leather dresses in a vintage shop
drank wine out of baby bottles and dipped many things in cheese fondue and almost got kicked out of a restaurant (IT'S CUS WE'RE AMERICAN)
went to my new-favorite-museum-in-the-whole-wide-world l'orangerie and had the best macaron in paris and drank bubble tea with little handles
went to a jazz fest and set up our picnic next to a man playing his guitar (did he know he was at an event... for listening?)
watched france kick honduras's derriere and ate a croque monsieur the size of a large baby.
it was grand.
"there are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in paris."
- ernest hemingway
