Cobblestones and Café de Flore. Serena's locked down the left bank and become a muse to us all.

Meanwhile, Blair rules the right bank, storming the shops and consuming the classics, and sampling sugary snacks like a modern Marie Antoinette.

But we hear Serena's stories sizzle, while Blair's are more fizzle.

She shopped at Saint Laurent and dined at Druon, but the only beau Bea had this summer is on her headband.

Our cute waiter gave me his number.

Blair, what are you doing? We said we went and check Gossip Girl all summer.

Summer's almost over.

So, what does it say about Chuck?

I couldn't be less interested.

No new posts. He's been MIA since he left town this spring.

And what does it say about us?

Ooh la la, Paris is burning and Serena and Blair lit the match.

Of course your flame is hotter than mine.

Everyone knows that the only guy who's been in my pants all summer is the tailor at Pierre Balmain.

And whose fault is that?

Just as many guys have flirted with you, I just happen to have a thing for French waiters.

You like Marnie?

I love her.

My name is Blair.

Louis. Nice to meet you.

Actually, it's not the first time I've seen you here.

And you're so beautiful that...

I've never dared to approach you.

I like impressionists.

It was a good sign, wasn't it?

You already know that I'm romantic.

An American who loves money?

It's too good to be true.

How did you know I was American?

And don't tell me it's because my accent isn't as good as I think.

Your accent is divine.

But your watch is set to Eastern Standard Time.

New York?

Born and bred.

I've never been. But I'd love to hear all about it.

Over dinner tonight?

It would be my pleasure.

Great. Give me your information and I'll pick you up at nine.

Excusez-moi, il faut y aller. La voiture est arrivée.

Monsieur Grimaldi vous attend à l'ambassade.

J'arrive.

The Royal Family of Monaco, as in Grace, American Princess Kelly.

Stop whatever you're doing. We need to shop.

Only for you, B.

Spotted. B and S. Chic and cheerful.

Up on Boulevard Haussmann.

They dallied at department stores and stayed a while at Tally Vile.

Down on Rue Saint-Honoré, they courted couture at Palais Royale.

And found the perfect outfits to bash the competition.

Then they headed to the Golden Triangle, where Montaigne meets Georges V.

And luxury goods are the opiate of choice.

Well, the Grimaldis aren't a very large family.

He's probably a first cousin at least, but just to be sure.

B, what are you doing? Cinderella did not Google Prince Charming.

A mystery man shows up at your painting just like you wanted.

You cannot make this about some socialism.

You're right. And so what if my very godmother is my credit card? This is fate.

Wait, before I lose you to another shoe coma, there's something I want to talk to you about.

That package I got yesterday.

S, I want to hear all about how Brown offers a major in raw foods, but it's Louis.

We're going to Blaccarat. I have just the thing to wear.

And you have to pick up a little something too.

His friend Jean-Michel showed up unexpectedly in town and our date is now a double.

I don't think that's a good idea. This is your princess moment.

Please, if you don't come, he's going to cancel.

And those brown boots would look amazing on you.

Brown, what did you want to tell me about college?

It can wait. Let's go buy boots.

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