Last weekend, I went to Paris for 3 days. It hadn’t been planned far in advance, only a couple of weeks. But I had itchy feet, no I don’t need any cream, I needed to leave the country even if it was for less than 72 hours (no I didn’t need to lay low for any reason either). One of the joys of living in Bristol is how awesome the airport is and the range of flights you can get from there. My much cooler than me housemate joined me for the weekend, however she had never been before, so was excited to explore the great city with her. Using for the first time, I found a cute little apartment in the 11th district on Airbnb. Which worked liked a charm when you’re on the right road! The bed even came down from the ceiling. I must admit, I sleep walk so was terrified I would fall out of the bed!
This is more a collection of pictures where we visited, not necessarily foodie stops sadly as was a touch ill when I was away but we just replaced foodie places with art. But the perfect excuse to go back again! J’adore Paris!
The super cute bridge Pont des Arts near the Louvre, are where couples write their initials and messages on a padlock, lock it to the bridge and throw the key into the river below to symbolise the love promise. Call me an old romantic but I thought it was sweet and spent quite awhile reading the padlocks.
We passed the famous Ladurée macaroon house, with all the beautiful macaroons in the windows in their full pastel glory it was easy to see why the queue snaked out of the shop.
Sunday morning, we took a stroll to Montmartre where we stopped at Cafe des 2 Moulins, which features in the great film Amélie staring the beautiful Audrey Tautou, as to where Amélie works. ‘Amelie has no boyfriend. She tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking crème brulee with a teaspoon and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.’ The crème brulee has been renamed after Amélie, we went for the breakfast, however another tourist on the next table went for the crème brulee and a glass of champagne, what a way to start the day! Check out the film props in the toilet too!
We stumbled upon a small chocolate museum which smelt wonderful, there was even a chocolate Notre Dame, flying buttresses and all.
Me as a Montmartre bar lady in Renoir’s house, a standard Sunday then….
A poster laying out the different stages and faces of being dunk!