At the rate this spate of good weather continues, it looks like there will be many more to come. Time to get a waiter’s friend for my purse.
So far, France has been pretty good to me. Family and friends have been lamenting that this past winter was so mild by Parisian standards – especially when compared to the winter before – it was as if winter never actually happened in spite of all the #winteriscoming threats my exposed feet in ballerina flats received during autumn.
Sometimes I feel like I’m in some sort of a time warp in Paris – just look at the third picture which screams 70s kitsch. Good thing I like ugly-pretty architecture and I think HBMs are super gorgeous. The passageway in the second picture reminds me of Shanghai.
A mid-afternoon craving for fries turned into a full-blown lunch with shish kebabs after a misunderstood order. I didn’t mind, we hadn’t had lunch anyway. Agneau kebabs are tastier than I imagined, I only wish they don’t just sell kebabs in pairs.
A growing fascination. I’m secretly wishing for green thumbs and am starting to morph into my mother.