There we go. I said it. I just love Paris. It may be pretentious, conventional and just such a cliché, but anyone who thinks so just doesn’t know any better. I’m a francophile: I love the whole idea of chic (one of my favorite words btw) Parisian cafés, effortlessly elegent French women and men and fine dining.
A part of me actually wish I was French (that’s pretentious my friends, but there you go). Cecilia (one of my best amies in the world) and I hit le town a cold weekend in March a couple of years ago (when I still had long hair). There was lots of walking, eating and little sleeping (and a classic Madelaine: falling flat on her face. Cecilia still laughs quite hard when she thinks of it).
Here are some pictures to enjoy.