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...