L'Arc de Hippy.

Guess where I am?

I know, I know. Been there done that. But truthfully, it was pretty difficult to embrace my creativity in the -200 degree temperatures and pouring rain. 

Not to mention that the top of "l'Arc" itself is a bit ... sparse. 

The view, however, is not.

Fear not, though, friends. 

As always, I did manage to find something slightly less mature and introspective in which to indulge than peaceful sightseeing and philosophical pontification. 

Guess what it was? (last guess, I promise)

I obviously never left high school. 

Actually, 7th grade may have been my peak. 

Note: Also the year I discovered The Lord of the Rings.

...

I have a feeling "peak" may mean different things for different people.

My sis understands. 

sis & I: Me Wearing: jacket: Free People (cool ModCloth one), pants: UO (similar), boots: Diba, headband: Banana Republic (cooler)

Remember Jenny?

We're pretty much starring in our own romantic comedy here. 

Somebody please cue "Singing in the Rain".

Cheers.

PS: This was meant to be my "what to wear in Paris when it's disgusting and raining"-themed blog post. 

Moral of the story: A jacket.