Is there any place quite as idealistic as Paris? I grew up believing it was the chicest place on earth–convinced the poodles grew cotton candy colored fur and everyone wore fabulous clothing (guess I watched Madeline a few too many times). And while there were many well-dressed Parisians, I didn’t catch a glimpse of any pastel pink pups.
Lover of NYC, iced coffee, travel, and pizza. I've been blogging since I was a sophomore in high school, and gave into my inevitable journalistic future when I was a sophomore in college.