Picking up where we left off - peekaboo, passing casually through Paris. No explanation needed, those who know us know that one simply does not play in the EU without visiting our mon amour because in our house and in the deepest part of our hearts, Paris is and always will be a good idea. So this time round, we stayed at a Renaissance near to the Trocadero and voila, this beastly beauty right in our backyard.
So wet and windy weather called for the functionality of stockings and sock boots and my inner Parisian flare pointed perfectly towards polkadots, poor boy cap and the fluffiest feathers and flatliners to elevate my je ne sais quoi. We strolled through our city like locals, stopped by our favourite Cafe de Flore for some croque monsieur, le club Rykiel and chocolate chaud. Remained seated for so long that the chocolat chaud became champagne. Oh well, you know what they say...when in Paris, do as the Parisians do. Au revoir!