It’s been a minute since I sat down, pumped out some classic fm & gave this little blog some good old fashioned lovin’ so that’s exactly what I’ve cleared my diary to do today & I won’t lie to you Gwen, it feels good to be back. I’ve missed writing for me.
First up… Paris.
Joe & I booked to go away for a long weekend back in January & we had such a hoot. It was forecast to rain the entire time *sod’s law* but I’m eternally grateful for how inaccurate those weather apps can be because it was ruddy glorious for the most part.
It’s a v. walkable city ~ as the 54,000 steps we accomplished in 3 days would suggest. I wouldn’t recommend doing it in new Dr Martens though, lads. I’m what the French call, ‘Les Incompétents’.
From the buzz of Saint Germain to the crooked lanes and olde worlde charm of Montmartre, we made the most of our stay by exploring the city on foot, camera in one hand & a flakey croissant/ superior cinnamon bun in the other.
On the first day, we checked in at The Hoxton {great stay, great location} sauntered along from Palais-Royal to the river Seine looking at the bouquinistes along the river bank & winding up at the Arc de Triomphe. The rest of our city break was largely filled with hot chocolate at Angelina’s, a spot of culture at Musée Rodin & Le Louvre & French onion soup at Café de Flore. Sacrebleu! We didn’t really have a list of things we wanted to do and see this time – my usual Instagram saves aside – so we mooched around, embracing the pleasure of getting a little lost in the magic of the city. Beret, beret nice indeed. Would recommend. Would go again & again & again.
Here’s a wee photo diary from our stay x
