Redheads in Paris

Kimberly is a lovely American student in Paris. I imagine her dancing her way lithely along the quays of the Seine, making Audrey Hepburn wish she had been a redhead, or at the very least auburn-haired, as an attractively built Gene Kelly look-alike tries to win her favor. Ahhhhhh... the pleasures of Paris. I met her at the most touristy place in place, the Artist's square in Montmartre where artists sell their creations and other artists follow you around begging you to allow them to "make your picture, eet ees a tradition!" She's really pretty and really sweet. Says she hardly ever sees redheaded women in Paris, just men. I agreed. The only redheaded women I saw were bad bottle reds who matched their color to one Bozo the clown. Nightmarish! In any case I hope Kimberley enjoys the rest of her stay in Gay Paree!

Rouge Francais

I went to Paris! Oooolala! I visited with my adorable and adoring husband. What a city! I now understand why Parisians look down their noses at other city folk, but I was on the hunt for Redheads and truthfully was pretty disappointed in the lack thereof. Our visit was coming to an end and I started to get a little desperate!  But on the last day I spotted Ian in Montmartre, just a few blocks away from the Moulin Rouge (the Red Windmill..which is extremely tacky in real life) and voila what a find! He was tall, red and curly... the trifecta really in redheads! He spoke little English, I struggled along in French/Spanish, he smiled a little weird (because I'm pretty weird) , he nodded a lot, we took the picture. I was super happy at that point and then he and his girlfriend spent the next few minutes studying my redaintdead calling card. Merci beaucoup Ian!