P is for Paris.

P is also for pee. Which is what the entire city of Paris smells like. Sorry to any Parisian folks, but your  city stinks.

Otherwise, here's my trip (yes, from October) in a nutshell:

• My French sucks. One lady even had to slowly repeat "MA-YO-NNAISE" several times.
• I could live on baguettes alone.
• Hot chocolate in America is bullshit.
• Parisian men have fantastic hair. Fantastic. Amazing. 
• I can get lost in a paper bag.

But man...what an amazing trip. I've found that I love traveling alone. And I spent my birthday evening on a terrace looking up at the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur, dining on duck, pastries, and champagne, with new friends from all over the world. How was your last birthday?

I don't care if Notre Dame is a tourist-laden nightmare. Amazeballs.

 Loved this bridge. Loved.

 Pretty sure every Disney character ever lives here.