Sexy Paris.

I disagree that Paris is the most romantic city in the world. I'm not sure if there even is a romantic city, but maybe that's just because romance makes me gag. I do, however, believe that it's one of the sexiest cities.

Whenever I return from a trip to Paris I always feel like I smell of sex. As if I'd been banging the night away with some french sex god (I did have the opportunity to once but that's a story for another day). The Parisians ooze sex. They are effortless with it. I tried to be effortlessly sexy, did I succeed? No, I didn't. We had a lovely time. It was warm (bordering on hot), we did a lot of walking, drank coffee, saw some pretty sights. But there was no effortless sexiness on my part. The Parisians, however, were a different story...

This was my trip to the provocative city of Paris. With an almost one year old. What's sexy about that?

Hunchback of Notre Dame

 The best falafel in Paris, Rue des Rosiers.

New obsession.

 Sharing an ice cream at the Eiffel Tower.

Compulsory Eiffel Tower photo. 

After walking for what seemed like days, we found the cutest pizza place. Takeout pizza and beer in bed. 

Enjoying the rock and roll lifestyle (Please note: no tv's were thrown out of the hotel window).

She wore these shoes ALL DAY.

We returned from Paris exhausted, happy and with two more teeth.