All fabulous things must come to an end and now it's back to Paris I go. I've enjoyed the sunshine, iced lattes and wearing sundresses in February, but what I enjoyed the most was spending time with good friends who helped me forget the anniversary of my broken engagement with laughs, booze and encouragement. Friends make all the difference when nursing a broken heart and I wish that I had these incredible people nearby when I was in the thick of it, last year. I suppose that's the trade-off to living in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, so far from home.
I'm looking forward to getting back on Paris time, seeing Séb, my apartment and getting some damn relief from Angelina's ridiculous right leg. Someone please tell me that her stupid prosthetic pose isn't all the rage over in France because it's inescapable here in America. I guess I don't see what all the fuss is about, other than she looked like a complete idiot. But I guess that's just me...
