la vie en rose

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I'm a lion in LYON. See how I did that there?

Photos of me taken by française Kylie

La robe rose- Vintage, Audrey Pauline Arthur

I had to get a little Edith Piaf on you because I am in France, after all. This lovely, lovely dress makes me so happy, as you can see from the pictures above. Ma vie en rose! Just an average day, walking across the Rhône to go get a drink some lunch after a long day at school. This ensemble is almost too normal for me, but seems to encompass the old, the new, the American, the French, and The Noe Connaît. 

Now moving onto a new segment I like to call, The French: They're Just Like US. (As in United States, get it? Eh, eh?) Except, they really aren't and here I will show you some cultural differences regarding gastronomy:

American

 French. So I bought this granola-ish stuff at the supermarché for my yogurt, turns out it is basically Cap'n Crunch. Best purchase of my life.

American. As in the epitome of America.

And the French version of peanut butter- Nutella. Amazing on anything and everything. Except, maybe it might not be so delicious on beets. 

To quote my father, "I WANT PANCAKES!!!"

But this Nutella Crêpe will suffice. The French version of the pancake. To be real, they have pancakes here, but they are meant for dessert and if they are dessert, why wouldn't I have a Nutella Crêpe instead?

Gotcha! There is absolutely no substitute for Pain au Chocolat. Sorry, America.

If I have to stop with my sartorial adventures in the blogging sphere, you'll know the reason was because I couldn't fit into any of my clothes.