While I find that many parts of the city are a bit run down, more so than Paris, here are some similarities of the two cities that caught my eye...




How 16ème is this?




My mom kept singing "Don't Cry for Me Argentina"
while referencing...Madonna.
It was so embarrassing.
I will NOT be taking her to Jim Morrison's grave in Paris,
she may be looking for Val Kilmer.

Art deco touches.



So 10ème...

In France, it's American Sauce,
In Russia, it's French Sauce,
and here in Argentina, it's Golf Sauce!

I'm enjoying this little impromptu vacation with my mom, as I wrap up my final days in America before going back to being an adult and then moving in with a boy! Ahhh! Before all that madness happens, I still have a few more adventures left to do on this side of the pond...so stay tuned!
What was happening a year ago today? 50 shades of me...