The streets wind up to the top of a hill that has a view of Paris that seriously rivals Montmartre...fuck it it beats Montmartre, and there are no tourists, except for me of course...
Belleville Parc...awww yeah...
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Cherie, Your blog could be subtitled, Cary eats her way through Paris...All those yummie dishes make my mouth water. But are you cleaning your plate as I taught you???
I've just got back from London and look forward to meeting you soon. Your blog is making me extremely nostalgic. Hope Miss P is looking after you in Pareeeeeeeee. Have you braved the streets on Vélib' yet?
At the height of rugbymania, the eiffel tower gets more and more like a Martini glass each day.
Turn the iron lady on her head and check out the giant rugby ball that looks like a perfectly poised olive... or could it be that the cocktails are going to my head?
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Cherie,
Your blog could be subtitled, Cary eats her way through Paris...All those yummie dishes make my mouth water. But are you cleaning your plate as I taught you???
Love,
Mom
Hi Cary,
I've just got back from London and look forward to meeting you soon. Your blog is making me extremely nostalgic. Hope Miss P is looking after you in Pareeeeeeeee. Have you braved the streets on Vélib' yet?
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Pia & Mme America's rose fr-anglaise friend Carly
At the height of rugbymania, the eiffel tower gets more and more like a Martini glass each day.
Turn the iron lady on her head and check out the giant rugby ball that looks like a perfectly poised olive... or could it be that the cocktails are going to my head?
Dita Von Teese eat your heart out.
Bises
Rose franglaise
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