A few months ago I turned 40. Not one to make a big song and dance about it, I went to Paris thinking that perhaps a week in my favourite city would distract me from the fact I had now turned…40. It did not. I still slipped into that dark place of age-related remorse as poor hub tried his best to console: “Sweetie, sweetie…I know it’s early but…some Champagne?” Continue reading
Well, I am soon to burst out of my plus-sized jeans with the daily onslaught of pastries, baguettes smothered in that delicieux french butter, cheese and wine. I may have also taken up smoking by proxy due to my love of people watching while dining or wining at Brasseries.
This is my last night in Paris and after 6 days I feel practically part of the furniture despite my colourful version of the language – an enchanting fusion of French and English – the Parisians love it! (Yes Glammies I am blogging in real time now. Please excuse the technical difficulties evident in the last update – bloody Ipad). Continue reading