Taxi Cab Confessions: Paris Edition

I know, I know...

all this hype about moving to Paris

and then nothing but radio silence since I left.

C'est incroyable.

As much as I like to think this spring is all about 

me frolicking down the Seine at my leisure

with a mille feuille in one hand 

& a painfully heavy Chanel bag in the other...

the truth is...

I actually do have to work.

And work have I been doing!

All the little things that take forever when you move somewhere...

{but take infinity longer when you are in France}

cell phones, transit cards, bank accounts, tenancy issues.

Les plaisirs de France.

As I've been jutting around this gorgeous city

schlepping giant bags & newly acquired items like desktop printers,

it's been mainly in the back of a cab.

I've seen the Eiffel Tower about 16 times... through a car window.

I've idled along Ile St. Louis... in traffic.

While a taxi is the least romantic way to experience Paris, fear not:

I'll have plenty of time to strut this city this spring.

So while I'm out today

going back to the phone store on the Champs-Elysees

and heading to an Apple appointment at the Louvre...

Why don't you join me?

*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy