After a day of questioning my decision to travel 5000 miles alone, I woke up on Saturday morning feeling much better. A good night's sleep had helped me overcome the craziness I felt, and I was ready to enjoy my time in Paris.

The hotel I stayed in offered a stupidly expensive buffet-style breakfast, but I never even tried it. Parisians don't do buffet breakfasts, and neither would I. I had noticed the day before that the café across the street offered a fixed petit déjeuner (breakfast) of croissant, hot drink and orange juice, so that's where I headed. The server new I was American immediately - apparently I even butcher "bonjour" - and was so excited to help me out in english. I ordered the meal with a hot chocolate, and found that I would go there every morning for the rest of my stay. One does not say no to freshly pressed orange juice and fresh croissants. Ever.

After breakfast, I hopped the metro to Bastille, the area of the Blogshop studio, and found my way to Studio Vermes, which was just as adorable as I anticipated. We were met with more croissants, and mimosas soon followed, followed by hours of Photoshop.

From here, I'm sad to say my photo-taking all but stopped, at least for the next 2 days. I have no fun Blogshop shots, but I do have food shots, of course.

After class on the first day, my Photoshop buddy and new pal Sarah (American living in Amsterdam, can we talk about my jealousy?, activist, adorable, has a boyfriend with the most awesome name ever) and I decided to head out for a minute of shopping and dinner down the street. We headed into a clothing store around the block from the studio (Comptoir des Cotonniers may be one of my new favorite brands) where we browsed, Sarah bought a killer coat and we hooked up with Anna (American living in Spain - more jealousy, funny as poo, freakin' adorable hair - omg), another fab face from class.

Together we stroll down the street and landed at Le Préau, where we had food and wine, talked and laughed, and had a good ol' Parisian time. After dinner, we headed to a super-touristy crêpe stand for a dose of Nutella, then we parted and said good-bye.

I was falling in love with Paris all over again.