An American Ninja in Paris

24 hours later, and still chucking about my threesome, I arrived in Paris. Unfortunately my bag was not with me. Truth be told, I took such a round about trip from San Diego to Paris I would have been shocked if my bag was able to keep up. Plus this was a great opportunity for me to get yet another Delta toiletry kit in lieu of luggage. If anyone wants to borrow one of my Delta Sky Team t-shirts I now have two. Both in a perfect size muumuu.

The other amazing thing was that my dad found me a day late on a completely different flight, with no way of getting in touch. Who said you needed a plan?

So here I am, finally in Paris and it is cold. We're talking coat-scarf-sweater cold. Notice I didn't say flowy-wrapped-thailand-pants cold. Well, unfortunately that's what I was wearing. So my first stop was the pants store.

For such a fashion mecca, there are really no decent clothing stores by our hotel. I came across one that looked promising but upon further investigation they specialized in mom jeans. I'd rather freeze. Ultimately i ended up with charcoal cargo pants. Those, in combination with my black shirt, black jacket, and black chacos leave me appropriately dressed should Jason Bourne need help finding his identity.