These rules are not mine, so I can't be blamed for them, but they sure are funny. Tourist time in Paris is upon us and I have to say I smile every time I see an American. We stand out! Not me of course, I'm cool now:). Trust me I still stand out, but I think the two kids yelling at me in English might have something to do with it. Left by myself with a silent Aidan in the stroller I am the go to woman on the street for directions. Everyday people stop me and ask me for directions, so I must look like I know a thing or two, then I open my mouth and try to respond.
Dead giveaway that I'm not French.
So click HERE to find out how NOT to look like a tourist in Paris (her entire blog is great).
You know what else I like about this guy? He mentions the ridiculous MC Hammer pants that are gaining popularity here.
Now for my confession time, last summer I wore flip flops in Paris. There I said it. Does it count that they were Havaianas and Chaco? You know what? I'm going to do it again.