So guess who couldn’t make it more than 50 feet from one bakery before heading into another?  Somebody definitely forgot to tell me, or rather remind me that French food can really get a grip on ya. Eclaire, baggett, muscells and frites. Its a wonder I ever made it to the showcase at Duc Des Lombards in Paris!  Which by the way was a blast!  Its good to know that the full house understood English, because the only French this girl knows it (say with sexy accent) “Bonjour Paris” and “au est le wc?” (translation; where’s a lady gotta go to find a decent toilet around here!?)…haha

O.k., so it’s back home and straight to the Vodaphone Awards! …but that’s for the next update…