Paris: redux
So I went to Paree for the weekend ostensibly to visit String. There was a small drama llama crisis en route involving Lauren's passport being in Wales and Lauren not being in Wales but we all got there in the end. Bert and I stayed in a very over hot tiny hotel room with plastic orange curtains but I could get out of the window on to the light well roof. Excellent times. I ate all the pain au chocolate but we walked miles and miles every day so it all cancelled itself out, which is jolly. And there were the Puppini Sisters being fabulous, including Kate's imaginary trumpet which was super jolly.
Now I'm not in Paris anymore. What I really quite fancy doing is sitting in my bed all day and eating all the biscuits I brought back. And I brought a serious amount of biscuits back...
It was jolly. France is still French. It looks French. It smells French. It tastes French. And that makes me happy. Also it really, really makes me want to move back.
Now I'm not in Paris anymore. What I really quite fancy doing is sitting in my bed all day and eating all the biscuits I brought back. And I brought a serious amount of biscuits back...
It was jolly. France is still French. It looks French. It smells French. It tastes French. And that makes me happy. Also it really, really makes me want to move back.