Three years ago we thought that living it up like princesses in NYC would be the last of our Cinderella-like experiences. To our delightful surprise, we can add one more to the history books as on the evening of French Independence Day, my good friend Lexi and I wined and dined with France's elite. Live music, endless wine and champagne, a 5-course meal and our very own charming, very French, 26-year old waiter. While the masses gathered on bridges staking out spots for the fireworks show, we had front row seats as we docked directly under the Eiffle Tower after 2-hours of strolling the river. Absolutely magical! (A special shout-out to Lexi's Gramma and Grammpa who made this dream a reality for two girls on measly teacher and Au Pair salaries).