I’m tired from speaking French all morning and walking around Paris all afternoon.  So, as a highlight of the blog today, I’ve invited a guest blogger to make some observations.  Mesdames et Monsieurs, je vous présente ma fille, Kady, pour votre plaisir de lis.

Hello to all 10 of my mom’s faithful readers, including my best friend Meg who is pretty obsessed with gumbolavie.  I’m not nearly as eloquent as ma mere, but I thought I’d help her out by taking some mental load off of her this evening.  She is exhausted from verb conjugation and traipsing all around Paris with me.  La Deb has made tremendous strides with her French since she arrived here.  My middle school French education used to outpace her at times, but I can’t keep up anymore.  As a matter of fact, on the day I arrived, I woke up from a nap when she came home from class.  She told me that she had told her teacher, “Je suis fatigue” and left.  I asked her how her teacher responded to her statement that she was “fat and gay” just before walking out of class.  Clearly, I don’t have the ear for French vocabulary that I used to have.

Jardin du Luxembourg

Thankfully, La Deb has put up with my coming here and crashing her party.  We have had quite a few laughs, and it’s been very goodfor my soul.  Those were on days 1 & 2 of my trip.  I think day 3 was filled more with tears from crying after trying on clothes – let’s just say both of us are really enjoying the cuisine.  Can you gain 10 lbs in only 3 days of eating French cuisine?  I like to think so.  There were some beautiful parts of the day (when we weren’t in dressing rooms), and that was when we strolled through Luxembourg Gardens.  Because Catherine de Medici had these gardens madefor her and her family they look more like an Italian garden.  That’s a good thing since Parisians don’t use a lot of greenery in their parks and gardens.

Now, we are back at the tiny but charming apartment.  Thanks to having had mono, I’m as worn out as La Deb is at the end of the day, so the apartment is usually a sight for sore eyes when we return from our wanderings.  I’m pretty sure I’ve flown all the way over here to have a spa day tomorrow with my mom.  Who needs Notre Dame when there’s Spa Nuxe down the street?

Adios, amigas!  (I don’t have the heart to tell La Deb that Texas is mostly made up of people who speak SPANISH!)