American gal meets French guy…

It began to rain while I wandered aimlessly around the area of Montmartre. Really sucked that I forgot my umbrella. I was out diddle-saddling around trying to recognize scenes from Amélie, sight Moulin Rouge, visit the church on the hill, Saint Pierre de Montmartre, and getting my picture drawn by the over priced artists on the hill. (For the experience, you know?) I was having a great time. … Continue reading American gal meets French guy…