Paris

The first time I saw anyone resembling a model was in Paris. There was a woman in a yellow dress whose unbent leg was six feet tall and another woman with a scarf whose legs were equally tall and slender. In all this magazine-ish reality that surrounded me, my thoughts drifted not towards how I could look more like these women but towards the French diet which I supposed was the culprit for all this leggy-ness and beauty. As I got older, I learned the French diet is composed of a more forgiving mentality than our American one. French Women Don't Get Fat is a book that changed my life and it is with pleasure that I follow author Mireille Guiliano's site on this blog.