I Love Paris In The Springtime

There's nothing like living in Paris in the springtime.

The city is at its most beautiful. The minute the sun comes out the café sidewalks are crowded with chic Parisians soaking up the rays while sipping a Perrier and reading Le Monde.

Big Cheese loves spring in Paris because the women practically walk around naked (in a classy way -- this is Paris, after all) at the first sunbeam.

I love Paris in the springtime for two very important reasons - because I can start wearing my white jeans again and, best of all, flirting season is officially declared open!

Eh oui, there's nothing like spring in Paris to put the pep in your step. Take what happened to me the other day as an example.

Armed with my favorite accessories - my wedding ring, sunglasses, and a very cool Chloé bag, I was out running errands sans the French Fries. As I walked passed the elegant café up the street - lightning struck.

I was frozen in place as sparks went flying, staring back at the very handsome monsieur who was devouring me with his eyes. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Then his eyes moved on to examine my left ring finger for evidence of a man in my life. Monsieur obviously missed the post pregnancy muffin top I had hiding under my shirt because he continued to eat me for lunch! It took a few more seconds to register who monsieur was - France's equivalent to American Idol's Simon Cowell.



Merci André Manoukian for making La Mom feel like La Hot Mom! Leave it to French men, Paris, springtime, and flirting to make you feel like a million euros!