some of my favorite memories of paris with my family:
+eating ice cream every day, twice a day (ice cream that my mom famously deemed, “the best ice cream in ameri—i mean, paris”).
+ sending my parents on a surprise dinner cruise along the seine river
+ meeting up with my sisters at the H&M counter with clothes piled up to my eyeballs (we’re not going to talk about how much money i spent there)
+spending an afternoon getting lost in top shop (again, choosing to ignore the amount of money spent there)
+perusing local shops and street markets, bringing home fresh food each day to the quaint little loft we rented
+watching three of my family members order cokes at an outdoor restaurant and observing the look of horror on my dad’s face when he realized each beverage was 7 euro 50 (over $10)
+somehow experiencing no jet lag whatsoever, and having enough energy to cartwheel in front of the eiffel tower as the sun went down