Weirdly I have met two different people who are originally from Paris this week, and both say they hate it. Both choose to live and work in London instead and say they hate the city, and how much it has changed. I suppose as tourists, you see what you want to see, and certainly this trip, we saw more of the fairly seedy, dangerous vibe that Paris carries. It is boring now, being followed around le Gare with moroccans trailing you trying to steal your purse.
But also Paris has such vibrance and a chicness that I have never experienced anywhere else! The french can put an outfit together like nobody else can. I just love sitting drinking carrot juice (that should be coffee but me and Tash seemed to drink gallons of carrot juice) or even better champagne, and watching all the chicness around me. Trying desperately to absorb it :)
Sorry my blogging has been non existent. I have been so sick, and also work has been in overdrive. I've not carried my camera around much. I wish I had taken it on my stay here, a beautiful country pad in deepest Dorset. I was upstairs in the attic and it was hands down the creepiest night EVER. It was stunning but so historical and I slept for about 4 hours and the light was on. I HATE sleeping with lights on, but this place terrified me!!! OMG.
Anyway, I'm off to bed armed with cough syrup (yuck) hot tea, and hoping to sleep!
Catch up with you all this week (and I am still reading your blogs everyone, just not commenting as my bloglovin is useless)