I killed the party again..

Paris was short and action packed. Ate some meals sent to me by the divine butter gods of garlic heaven, saw some large format Delacroix and Courbet, caught the Sonia Rykiel exhibit, drank more espressos than I could probably count on two hands, and even more red wine than that. Wore ridiculous shoes, rode on the back of a scooter in a mini skirt, the strong, dry, chilling nighttime winds whipping my fishnet-clad thighs, danced to absolutely atrocious club music.. ah, Paris. And yet, as a city.. I prefer New York.

More on Paris later perhaps. Just, you know, checking in.