I’m in Paris. (we’re just going to ignore the fact that i’ve totally ignored this blog for the last many months.)
My sister is living in Paris, yes the hoodlum, that sister. So for the first vacation I’ve taken in over a year i have decided to spend the week in Paris with my sister. See as spoiled as i am, Paris is not a new destination for me. I studied abroad in Paris twice, once in college, and once in high school. Now you might think that means that I actually know how to speak french, but you would be surprised. See my french is no better than it was 10 years ago, in fact I’d venture to say it’s way worse.
So anyway, I’m in Paris and I’m treating it like a staycation. I sleep in, meet my sis for lunch and then go to a museum or walk around a certain area, meet her for dinner and then go to sleep and sleep for 12 hours. This is my kind of vacation.
So yesterday I decided to spend the afternoon shopping around St. Germain. I bought a new dress at some boutique and wandered my way though countless clothing and shoe stores. I even stumbled upon American Apparel, yes they have that now in Paris. For the first time in my life i finally got it. See in America I’ve never totally understood the store. Frankly their ads make me feel like I’m looking at a pedafile’s collection from 1985. But in Paris, it makes total sense. I mean it’s a total possibility that a french woman could walk down the street wearing a lace bodysuit. I mean I wouldn’t even think it’s weird, it could totally happen.
So that’s Paris for now, a demain…
