Mama: We flew to Paris! Hey. Clichés are cliché for a reason. It’s stunning here and romantic and despite the fact that all of us are absolutely dog-sick (only Bud is still in denial), as soon as you see the sky in Paris, something comes over you. And you’re in love! Even the drastically chic and beautiful native Parisians looking at my Birenstocks and scoffing with detest is parfait ! (Maybe tomorrow I’ll wear Dada’s backpack, my fannypack, flip sunglasses and walk around whilst holding a map, just to feel it again, but more intensely. 🤤) We only walked around briefly in our ‘hood in the 1st Arrondissement and then bought a bunch of medicines, ate bread and chocolate for dinner and went to bed early - an authentic Paraisian evening! 🤣 J’ai de l’espoir pour demain! Bud: We flew to Paris and got to go to an amazing park. I bought a Formula 1 race car. And we went down a really fast slide. When you pull my car back, it goes really really fast! Bun: We got to see some water ...