Paris Day Deux
I woke up so hungover and attempted to cure my illness with a crepe.
But not just any crepe: a nutella, banana, and almond crepe.
Oh my god it was pure heaven.
We visited Saint Chapelle (literally breathtaking), Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower.
I had such good photos, some very worthy of a prof pic, but alas the apocalypse happened.
We decided to continue our evening with a baguette, brie, wine, macaroons, and prosciutto to watch the Eiffel tower light up.
It was magical.
I was in heaven.
Laying in the grass, drinking chardonnay, listening to people speak French.
Oh my god it was perfect, too perfect.
After it got a little burr, we went to stupid Champs De Mars Brasserie.
Three evil children approached us and put out a paper to distract us.
I sprinted down the streets searching for the three demons but no.
Cammie tried to help and sprinted down the street looking for them.
I went to the police and they confirmed what I already knew.
Lost, gone, never to be seen again.
Thanks to giggles not all my memories are lost.
I uploaded all my photos from London, but my Parisian day is lost.
Why cry when I am in Paris?
I put on my sock bun, drank a fifth and waltzed out of Villa Bellagio like I was Marie Antoinette.
We went to two very swanky clubs: Silencio and Social club.
The problem was, we were arriving to these clubs at like 2 AM every night.
Why you ask? I really don’t know.