I Came for the Snails

On our way to 1 of 4,581 almond croissants, we realized it was a cold dark abyss in Paris. In July… Aw hell. 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…

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Redemption @ The Eiffel

In France, bread is life. What is not, is protein.  Jordan was not amused with only having pastries in the AM. Cafés do not serve breakfast (eggs, bacon, etc.) until later in the morning, so we needed to resort to the classic look of being McChic. After inhaling an Egg McMuffin, we hopped on a…

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