Spring Has Sprung

Winter in Paris has been unusually cold this year. But today, the inevitable happened: spring finally sprung in Paris. It was 65 degrees. It may have been cloudy. It may have been drizzling. But I didn't care. It was warm enough for me to pull out the A & F cargos. Once we returned home, I quickly settled into my "weekend wear."

Then came Maddie's walk. Last year, I would have changed clothes. I wouldn't have wanted people to gawk at the silly American in shorts, in spring, in Paris This year, I don't care. My casual American style fits my just fine. And I wanted to enjoy the spring air on my bare legs. And it's not as though my lower half is a blinding shade of white. My Miami tan is still going strong. So why not show it off?

And in regards to the photo, blame that on Chris. I was hoping for an action shot. What I got was a blurred one with my head cut-off. And Maddie's eyes? She's overheating with all that hair. Where's the paparazzi when you need them?