Bonjour, mes petites choufleurs! (That means "my little cauliflowers," you know.
Don't tell me I never pay you a compliment!)

Here I am in the City of Light itself, the glorious Paris---or Pareeeeeee, as I like to call it.
I've been wearing a beret perched precariously atop my pointy red hat, because mon dieu, is it cold! In fact, I've been taking my croissant-eating duties very seriously, because I've decided the only way to get warmer is to acquire an extra layer of fat.
To that end, I have been forcing myself to tuck into four pain au chocolates every morning. It's a hard life, I tell you.


While I've been here, I've been listening to a smashing CD called A Night in France. It's quite super really---or should I say super! which is just super in French---and if you don't believe me, you can listen to some of the songs yourself right here.



See now, doesn't that make you feel like twirling around in a Parisian dancehouse, with the good old Roaming Gnome as your dance partner? Well exactly. I thought so.


Au revoir for now!
The Travelocity Roaming Gnome