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	Suzy IQ in PARIS Click on "THE KENNEDY GIRLS" to read about the 3 girls who helped JFK win the Presidential nomination in 1960! '60s Chick Lit at its best! *Now a bestseller at Fictionwise! As high as #19 in their Mainstream category!*
*Drop me an* E-MAIL and tell me 'bout your groovy happs!	*Wow!* I'm here in Paris. Can you dig that sophisticated 'do? So you're thinkin' I'm like cruisin' around Paris all fancy-like and shopping in ultra-cool shops and gettin' my grub on at the Golden Arches on the Champs Elysees? Oh, I'm having fun all right and I met the hottest guy like Satine did in "Moulin Rouge" -- but it's not what you're thinkin'. Here's what happened...
	The flight to Paris was awesome--'cept for my little brother Jason racing up and down the aisle of the plane. I couldn't think of anything but all the cool stores and delish French bread and the way more delish guys hanging out at all those outdoor cafes. My Dad kept smiling and telling my Mom he had a big surprise for her--and me--when we got to Paris. I couldn't imagine... We arrived in Paris ultra early in the morning and after we went through la Douane or customs, my Mom's all saying she hoped my Dad picked out a good hotel and all ('course I know she'd like to stay at the Ritz. My Dad says we can't afford it) when this totally gorgeous guy comes up to me and says, "Are you Mlle.--- ?"
	Whoa! I'm not believin' this. Is my Dad cool or what? This must be the surprise he was talking 'bout! My own Paris crush! I'm all smilin' and acting weird-like, forgetting everything they taught me in modeling school 'bout making a good first impression, when this guy's handing me car keys . Before I can get my breath on, my Dad finds me and gives us the news-- We're not staying in a hotel. *WE'RE GOING CAMPING!*
Paris park with Eiffel Tower in background. My crush and I hung out here... but I'm getting ahead of myself. Keep reading...	You wouldn't believe it if you didn't see it. Like, here's this totally cool car (some foreign name I don't remember) with this THING attached to it! "It's a trailer," my Dad says, smiling like he'd gotten a raise at work or something, but my Mom is freakin'. My bro Jason is already poking his nose inside the tent thang, but no one's paying any attention to him. I thought my 'rents were going to split up right then and there, but my Mom looked at me and I knew what she was thinking... She'd let my Dad have his fun--for one night. Then we'd be off to the Ritz. So I figured I'd go along with the gig. I put on my camping clothes--cool clam diggers and crop top. Then we were on our way to a campsite somewhere in Paris....yeah, sure. As if my Dad knew where he was going.
I never thought I'd see anything so pretty as the sun setting at Sunset Beach where I live, then I came to Paris. I snapped this sunset on the Champs Elysées. That's the Arc de Triomphe in the b.g.	Check out this map of Paris and you can see why we got totally lost-- --that blue line is the River Seine--and all that Left and Right Bank stuff you've heard about is really the top (Right Bank) and the bottom (Left Bank) of the Seine. Go figure!

Here's the famous
Arc up close--my
Mom and Dad are
chillin' under a tree
in the background
--holding hands!
I'm stoked they
still do that kind
of stuff.

We musta spent five hours riding around Paris looking for a campsite my Dad picked out from this big book he brought with him: Europa Camping. I almost died when my father stopped this gendarme in his cool uniform and made me get out of the car and ask him for directions in French! I had no idea what the guy said, but I didn't dare tell my 'rents that. My Mom was close to tears, my bro Jason was throwing up, and I thought my Dad was going to take us all back home if we didn't find the campsite sooon. So I smiled a lot and waved my hands like everybody does in Paris and pointed to a sign that said "Versailles."

It had to be a cool place. That's where Leo DiCaprio did the Man in the Iron Mask, one of my fave films!! In the flick there were lots of trees and stuff, so why couldn't we chill there and camp by ourselves?

The Palace of
Versailles
looks like this
when you drive
up--all those
cobblestones!

I musta been kewler than I thought 'and I guess my French was okay cuz we drove about 11 miles to Versailles and kinda wandered into a real campsite (Camp Municipal, acc. to my Dad's book). Tons of trees and stuff like showers and a place to get baguettes. It also had weird toilettes that looked like hotes in the ground Smelly, too. Oh, well, at least we had digs for the night.

As I was helping my Dad set up our tent I heard a sexy male voice ask behind me,
"Can I help you, mademoiselle?"

Here's the front
gate of Louis'
palace--can you
imagine driving up
with your Louis like
in the Leo DiCaprio
flick? I did! Not
in a carriage,
but on the back
of a motorcycle!

"Me?" I asked, turning around to see the cutest guy. He was tall, and handsome, and he had some kind of accent. British, I thought, but I soon found out he'd been going to college in England and he was from New York!

His name was Paul. He was motorcycling across France and camping out. Lucky for me, my Dad thought he was cool for helping us and invited him to eat with us. My Mom winked at me when Paul asked me to take a ride on his cycle afterward. When my father started to protest, my Mom elbowed him in the ribs. Way to go, Mom!!

Louis XIV--
yeah, that's him.
Remember
the long hair
Leo wore?

Louis is actually
the guy who
nvented high
heels. I bet his
feet hurt!

I can't tell you how totally awesome I felt flying down the main street in Versailles on the back of Paul's cycle, hanging onto him, my heart pumping, my hair flying...

We toured the Palace of Versailles--all those beautiful rooms with paintings and furniture and stuff. I haveta admit it was totally hard trying to understand what the guide was saying 'cause I kept looking at Paul. He was smiling at me...
. Suzy IQ as Marie Antoinette

My pulse started racing big-time when Paul asked me to walk through the gardens.

I never wanted to leave Versailles...
not ever! Then my Dad said we were going back to Paris. I thought I'd die until--

"Meet me at the Louvre, Suzy," Paul whispered in my ear as we broke camp.
"Tomorrow?"

"Yes...I'll be there. I promise!"

I love the Queen's cottage belonging to Marie Antoinette in the gardens. I went into meltdown when Paul took me in his arms and kissed me. I've never been
kissed like that before, when your knees get all rubbery and you can't breathe...

He touched me all over...and I couldn't say no.

   Then he stopped.

     "I can't, Suzy," Paul said, holding me close to his heart but away from his passion. "I care too
much about you."

Whoa! I was stoked hearing him say that. And I loved him even more...

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Like, I couldn't wait to get back to Paris!

And when I got to the Louvre, well, you'll never believe what happened....

Click on the LOUVRE for my continuing adventures in Paris!
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