I saw London...I saw France...I saw someone's...oh yeah well, ya know...
I really didn't think I'd led a sheltered life here-to-fore, but after exposing me to the famous red-light district of Pigalle...my Chaperons declared my virgin(ish) cups officially popped! And rightfully so, too! I know some of you readers (Crusty, Hungry Mother, et al.) would love to hear all the scandalous details, but sorry...I don't believe in airing ones dirty laundry in public. Let's just say that the Lingerie Galerie at Le Sexodrome (a ginormous sex-shop across the street from the historic Moulin Rouge) was quite the eye/cup opener! Oooo-la-laaa!!!
Hey Look!...it's April in Paris! And moi!
Oh! And the Eiffel Tower!
Something about Paris really brings out my "artistic" side...
I think this shot is particularly très chic, no?
Woo-hoo!...ooops, I mean.....Ouiiii-ouiiii!
Woo-hoo!...ooops, I mean.....Ouiiii-ouiiii! Here I am in the front of Notre Dame with two of my
Truly one of the HIGH points of my trip!
Star light, star bright, first start I see tonight... I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight...
Which is...to hang around Paris just a little bit longer... 
to lend my support to this BRAVE woman as she runs (with ME!) in the
to lend my support to this BRAVE woman as she runs (with ME!) in the Guess my wish and her prayer paid off...
I just got told to lay off the croissants ~ 'cuz now I'm officially an in-training bra!
stay tuned....
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