Farewell Pah-ree.

My feet are a wee bit sore.

Which was potentially (definitely) avoidable, I admit. 

May not have been one of my shining moments when I decided to wear my (new favorite) pair of Zara high heels for the 10,000 mile (10 block) walk to Relais d'Entrecote on my last night in Paris.  

Or when I opted to don what is possibly the least Parisian outfit ever just so that I could test drive my new super uncool-Midwestern-American-mom shorts around what is arguably the world's biggest fashion capital.

Alas. 

C'est la vie.

Mea culpa.

Dolce vita. 

Felice navidad. 

English sucks.

But wait! 
Stick around, my hopefully-not-fairweather friends! Little did you silly geese know that Milwaukee, Wisconsin is just as riveting as (if not 10,000 times less more so than) Paris, London, or any other of those "cool" European haunts.

Take that every single tour guide ever written.  

But on a lighter note...

wingardium levio-nerd. wearing: shirt, shoes: Zara, shorts: thrifted via Kilo-Shop (similar)

Cheers. (in an all-American bar way).