Monday, 24 October 2011

paris, j'taime

i went to paris for the first time when i was 15. i loved it then, and i love it even more now. This weekend (yes, because cosmopolitan girls such as us often weekend on the continent and then come home with such practical items as capes, 'winter shorts' and sweaters covered in feathers...) i discovered MANY awesome new things about paris

1. moulin rouge. we sat at a table so close to the stage that alex got hit in the head by some costumes and i didn't need my glasses. i wore fur and no one judged me. we drank horrible champagne that tasted like honey, but we drank it anyway because the man brought it and it would have been rude not to. 
and then, in between all the gold-coast girls with their boobs out... there were miniature horses. horses that were miniature! french miniature horses! weeeeeeee! and they had ribbons and they were teeeny tiny. and there was six of them. 
oh i loved those miniature horses.

2. the euro. it's like play money. so small and colourful and just wants to be given to giant gay french shop assistants who wear shirts with studs on the collars and higher heels than i do. take my euros giant man, and give me that jacket with the leather sleeves. serena would love that.

We spent most of the weekend shopping due to an ill-timed strike by the staff at Musee D'Orsay* who apparently feel as if there is too much work to be done by not enough people.
They're concerned for the safety of the art, obviously.
Staff in Paris appear to generally feel hardly-done-by, as far as i could tell... we had a WONDERFUL hour in Sandro where fabulous gay men suggested outfits and told us how great we were and showered us with items to try on; we were all best friends ( i was on the brink of telling him about the miniature ponies and suggesting we all went out for baguettes) until we didn't buy enough. then they talked quickly to one another in french and i think prob arranged for the fact that a few hours later, a bird shat on my head. 
it poo-ed on my head in the middle of the champs elysse, and alex had to clean it with a tissue and a bottle of anti-bacterial hand wash.
it was a real low point.

3. The Marais. Our little home in the heart of it all. We ate like kings and then drank wine in the place that John Galliano had his anti-sematic rant which people only started getting over when he made kate moss' wedding dress. 
we didn't meet john.
and we didn't say mean things about jewish people either.
we just drank our wine quietly.

Our first stop after checking into our apartment (which incidentally had no bedroom. no. it was a bit touch-n-go for a while when we first were taken on the 'tour' of the place, which involved opening the bathroom door and closing it again... but then we say the view right into the heart of the Marais, and discovered that the apartment came with an ipad, and were sold. Liss slept on an air mattress and dreamt of Gaddafi, so we were all happy again) was to buy huge amounts of cheese, baguettes and chocolate as a 'pre dinner treat'
we never made it to dinner, instead sat around drinking red wine and watching Taylor Swift YouTube clips. yep.

All in all, Paris really delivered: crisp days full of sunshine and blue skies, a rugby world cup final, macaroons, miniature horses and great friends who will clean bird shit out of my hair.
tres bien

now, onto the other 8...

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