On our way to 1 of 4,581 almond croissants, we realized it was a cold dark abyss in Paris.
I was saving all of my Euros/Monopoly money for French pastries and did not want to make it rain at Zara for a jacket.
I managed with my blanket sweater, and we were off to the Louvre for Jordan to see the other Lisa.
We peaced from the Louvre, bopped to L’Orangerie, got lost in the Marais, and stumbled into a Picasso museum.
We enjoyed the art at these museums, but perhaps our favorite gallery of them all was the restaurant at Hotel Costes.
It was the start of fashion week, so imagine the courtyard at Chateau Marmont, mixed with couture, and cigarettes.
It was FANTASTIC minus the cigs.
If you want your Parisian chic experience, go to Hotel Costes.
Paris was #McChic, but the ultimate happened when we went to the South of France the next day.