It’s been far too long between drinks since i last wrote my first blog all full of good intentions…kind of like now, New Year’s Eve in one of the most exciting cities in the world…a perfect time to recommence my blog attempt, this will be my numero uno 2012 resolution. Any takers on how long it will last? One more blog? Until I return home to Doon Doon? Who gives me a year? Well, I know me pretty well and it’s a fair bet that it won’t last long.
Anyhoo, I’m in Paris, day 4 to be exact. I’ve had a magical day chock full of strolling and looking wistful. Commence the day’s wandering with a walk to the organic market Montmartre with my aunty and uncle. They seemed so at home buying their carrots and potatoes in the delightful market. I scored a piece of perismon (not sure how it is spelt but it’s rather yum).I continued on my lonesome to the Arc de Triomphe, where there were a million and one other tourists all trying to get the perfect shot of the iconic structure. I stood and thought of Casablanca, the Germans all marching under…my thoughts were magically black and white and I thought to myself..’we’ll always have Paris’. I began to walk up the Champs-Elysees as the rain began to fall, the drizzle made it all the more romantic. Strolled up George V evidently the fashion triangle according to guide books and the fashionistas were all present, swinging their Dior and Chanel bags as I salivated over the Prada window. I didn’t dare go in, I would surely lower the tone but it was certainly window shopping at it’s best. I coveted a pair of Jimmy Choos for a mere 500 Euro and a beautiful Chloe dress a steal at 2600 Euros. I rejoined the plebs along the magical Christmas village. I surprised myself ordering a hot wine completely in French…”Bonjour, une petite chuad vin, sivoplait, merci beaucoup.” The man gave me a wry smile so I’m guessing my pronunication was as good as my spelling! It was bloody lovely wine. Kept walking in the direction of home…heading for Opera…found it eventually, I was determined to get home without any assistance from a taxi man….kept my wits about me as I braved a new rush of crowds and even got a little clever and went into the Galleriera Layfayette and got some fancy chocolates for after dinner. Bumped into my aunty and uncle as I walked about Rue Blanche…small world?! And started my next challenge find the perfect cafe for an afternoon of writing….walked past the Moulin Rouge another million tourists taking happy snaps and found the Cafe Deux Moulins…it was the setting for the movie Amelie…it was packed and although sweet, was not going to suit my purposes of looking intellectual and wordly. So I kept walking…past an Australian Bar- nah, that’s so me in my 20s…past McDonalds-a tad vulgar….down to my ‘favourtie’ boulangarie- too busy….past Rue Money and into a delightful bar, where their was a gnetle hum of french accents and sweet smells coming from the kitchen. I ordered frites, yep fries, french fries and the biggest glass of red. Challenge met!
So 2011, I rather enjoyed you, I had fun, I achieved some stuff, I had some brilliant highlights mainly concerning my wonderful family and friends.
2012, I’m ready for you, I can’t wait to enjoy all you throw at me.