Getting on in Paris alone
was quite interesting for me. I didn’t expect the goings on that I would experience, so when my favorite travel buddy (my husband) showed up after four days of me being on my own in Paris, I was happier than a pig in mud. Paris is filled with millions of people. They are everywhere, they are all over the streets, in restaurants, wine bars, and coffee shops. But they barely speak to you. At least they barely spoke to me. I ended up feeling quite isolated due to my lack of knowledge of the language and the disinterest of the typical Parisian. It was nice for a little while, but I wasn’t mad when Jeff showed up and I got to pal around with him for the last leg of the journey.
The Man of the Hour, Jeff
One of the Many Courses at Comice
Sliding Right into Those Bones
Macaron & Wine at Carette
The Livelier Side of Day 2
Photos with the Best: Miss Paris Photo Herself
I’m a Model, Ya Know What I Mean?