Paris in the Springtime

So I went to Paris last weekend. Yes, I know, how very Carrie Bradshaw of me, jetting off to see a man in the City of Romance. It was my first trip to Europe and I decided that we Americans could learn a little about savoring life from the French. There is something extremely endearing about a people who can sit for hours at a cafe chatting or just watching the world go by, eat the greatest food in the world and not get fat, and drive teeny, tiny efficient cars. As long as we don’t forget how to pick up the dog poop.

I guess one out of three is a start.

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