There’s something to be said about the beautiful people in Paris. And that is that I am definitely not one of them. Not only am I about three feet too short, after two days of drip-feeding myself with macarons, chocolates, croissants, crepes and er, anything else I could get my mitts on, my face is suddenly an oil slick and hello, I have three new pimples to call my own.

Not to mention the bloatedness.

How do French women stay so thin and beautiful? Does anyone know? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?!

[echo]

Anyhoos. Paris.

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