Things I learnt in Paris, February 2014

  • It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time.
  • Multiply that x 100 by night.  Utterly breathtaking.
  • Multiply that x 100.50 by night from the back of the scooter of an extremely handsome and charming French man.
  • Pastries are made the way they are supposed to be made, delicious and full of butter.
  • You must eat a kilo of these the morning you arrive.  LAW #1.
  • If you don’t abide by this law, you end up in jail for 5 years.  You can work in the library there.
  • I am the second coming.  Lady Jesus, if you will. (But keep it on the down low, I don’t want to be crucified any time soon.)
  • I remember virtually nothing of my school French.
  • Because of this, I now know I speak better Spanish than I give myself credit for.
  • You need to be careful not to be a b*tch, there are killers waiting to take you out.
  • If you walk through the lounge naked opposite the balcony of the killers, you can quickly overcome this problem.
  • Red wine and steak tastes a million times better there.  FACT.
  • I will never eat steak in Barcelona again.  (Unless in a French restaurant.  Oh wait, probably Argentinian too).
  • 50% of all photographs in Paris must be taken in Black and White.  LAW #2.
  • If you don’t abide by this law, you end up in jail for 20 years.  Solitary confinement.
  • It is possible to find a French person with a sense of humour.  No really…… (I refuse to use emoticons in this blog, but imagine a cheeky one here.)
  • Diaphanous drapes are not a necessity to achieve the dreamy quality of my Sunday morning fantasy.  See my Sundays, the best day of the week.  (Not a necessity but I still want them in my place).
  • French men are CHAAAARRRRMMinnnnnggggg. With a capital CH for CHarm.
  • It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time.
  • For this reason I will not be leaving it 20 years until I visit again.

 

 

Thank you.

Not a photo I took because I was clinging for dear life to the scooter (and the man).

Not a photo I took because I was clinging for dear life to the scooter (and the man).

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