Yes, LA is totally gnarly dude. And New York is, well, ask anyone from New York and they’ll tell you it’s the greatest city on earth. Maybe so but for me Paris is tough to beat. Le sigh…

I know what you’re thinking: one, how in the hell did she get this gorgeous young Frenchman to pose with the blook in Paris and two, is he single???

I’ll start with #2, no he’s not single. In fact he has an equally gorgeous Croatian girlfriend, a college student who happens to be a professional model on the side and she speaks 5 languages. Plus, she reads…

As for how I wrangled such exotic creatures to pose with my doodles, Monsieur Martin is the brother of Mademoiselle Elodie. If you’ve read the book, you’ll know that Elodie is my physio/massage therapist and she is a godsend. She is the reason that I am able to move my head and bend over at will.

She is the consummate Frenchwoman. She is the queen of scarf tying. She is appalled by my wardrobe, has a disdain for all my comfy clog shoes and thinks Miracle Whip is an absolute abomination. She’s awesome. So, here today, making her debut appearance on le blog, please give it up for the cool Frenchy stylings of Elodie…

Ain’t she a peach? Now everyone rush out and put on a scarf before Elodie calls the fashion police.

 

 

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