Dress: J.Crew, sold out / Sweater: J.Crew / Hat: Tuckernuck / Belt: old / Shoes: Jack Rogers / Sunglasses: Tory Burch
Earrings: gift / Bracelet: The Pearl Monkey / Rings: J.Crew Factory, old / Purse: Henri Bendel (color sold out)
I’m back in the U.S. of A!
(Partially because I kept wearing breezy dresses and therefore ended up flashing entire nations on multiple occasions so I feel like I’m banned now.)
I had such a fun rest of my trip even though I came back to Dallas positively decimated by a cold. Been dying a slow and painful death on my couch all day.
Highlights of the remainder of my trip:
Thursday night, we met up with one of my dearest friends from high school in Montmartre. And he tricked me into doing the entire hike up from the Moulin Rouge to Sacré-Cœur. And then I discovered that there was a gondola that would’ve gotten me from point A to point B without forcing me to walk up a single stair. And I almost butchered him.
Saturday morning, I went on a date. In Paris. With a Frenchman named Pierre. No kidding. Cannot make this stuff up. And he took me to this private terrace with absolutely incredible panoramic views of Paris (facing Sacré-Cœur). And, like an idiot, I didn’t take a single picture. Of him or of the view. Still kicking myself on both accounts.
Now to continue laying in my misery. At least I have gorgeous Frenchmen to dream about…