Paris: The Teaser

I'm still uploading pictures and figuring out how to write about Paris because -- surprise, surprise -- it rocked me to the very core, and once it got there, it chipped away at my cynicism. La.

I think it must have been something in the almond croissants.

Speaking of which, I've never eaten so much (or so well) in my life. Macaroons, crepes, croissants, quiche, you name it.

I was even brave enough to try frog legs (how Anthony Bourdain of me!) and escargot, the latter which Raya decided to record.

It's probably the funniest video of me that exists, right up there with the home video of me singing way off-key in the bathtub, circa 1993, with Seuss-like soap structures on my head.

But this is better, mostly because I'm fully-clothed. And because I'm struggling with a dead snail. I mean, seriously.

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Also, I heard this song on the radio while I was there. It seems very post-appropriate, n'est pas?