The morning after the Dior x Printemps event with my rare travel buddy Shini who slept in my room the whole night, I was expecting my bed to be soiled with spilled drinks and littered food crumbs in the form of stain art like she had done so in our trips in Lake Worthersee and Lodz last Summer, not this time though, anyway she was too knackered to express her art hee hee.
A morning stroll along the beautiful trees lined cobbled streets towards Montmartre, we met up with Alix for brunch at Hotel Amour and admiring her Fuck Off phone case (mine arrived from Hong Kong last week, thank you Felix), after that we took another stroll towards the steep hill and settled at the bottom of the infamous Basilica of the Sacre Ceeur, a breath no more we decided to skip the summit, do the thing with the carousel ponies, we descended back down and parted our ways.
Paris, I shall be back.
Oooo la la, a hot totty Parisian blowing a trumpet in Montmartre.
(Right) Shini‘s problematic knee high boots.
Walking up towards Montmartre, how many calories have we burnt?
Never feel too old to take a picture next to a carousel horse (thanks for the picture, Shini) – wearing: Elizabeth Lau sweater, Zara trousers, Kurt Geiger boots, Burberry trench coat, MCM Nuovo L bag.
See you again Paris!