Being absolutely fabulous in Paris continues.
Overly attached tourist carries on
with her blog post about Paris.
Never explain, never complain - here is my Saturday there.
First things first, a very French balcony picture in the morning.
There I realised, why French aren't fat - they would not fit on their tiny balconies.
The homeland of the skinny:
Metro signs reminded me of an amusement park
and its Scary House signs.
Gröna Lund was like everywhere:
Notre Dame, a product that Hugo made some good branding for:
They were just minding their own business and taking a shower,
while hundreds of people were taking pictures of them.
How rude! No privacy whatsoever:
The couple behind me was making babies just a second earlier.
I salute sexual tension in front of the church:
Tea, I adore it.
My good friends are well informed of the fact,
therefore I do not have to buy tea before year 2016.
But kettles...MOAR MOAR!
(I do recommend this shop owned by a cute Chinese family,
hint-hint):
We walked around with Kät, talking about boys and toys -
the usual girl combo.
Suddenly I stopped and asked "Is this a canned food store?"
Oh, yes it was! A random act - we went in.
While usual tourist take home cheese and wine from France,
then I bought canned food. Simples.
Jardin du Luxembourg:
Le memm ja le taadu:
The luxurious life in Paris portrays a way, where a store,
that presumably is selling jewellery or cars ( the usual € stuff),
turns out to be a chocolate shop.
The gorilla is made only from chocolate:
My second love after Chloé.
Must get my hands on!:
"Choco - poco - sugar - loops" - the slogan of Paris:
Arc de Triomphe:
I fell in love with the garden markets.
Only thing missing were garden gnomes travelling (Amelie reference):
In the evening we went to visit Laura, a friend of mine from Stockholm (Erasmus love).
Burgers and wine, OUI! OUI! OUI!:
Laura's view.
Not bad, not bad at all:
The best feeling, when I realised
that I wasn't an overly attached tourist.
Even the French got excited about the Eiffel,
although they see it every day.
Ginger, blonde and brunette - they all love it:
East meets west, yet again:
Dj iPad "Ghetto life":
Cute as a button and fierce as French:
Met Karl Laumets doppelgänger Gustav.
Must meet again!
Chez Georges - Levikas with more wine and French people.
I was stunned by how loudly people were singing along,
when Édith Piaf came on.
The most powerful moment from that trip, hands down!
I see little hearts...do you?
Merci, Laura! Puss-puss.
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