Fashion, Flowers and Family

Photo credit to le-21eme.com

You would not believe how excited I was to see my brother and sister. After hanging out with my Dad on Wednesday, Thursday sans family seemed like a cruel interlude. I coped by going over board on table decor, buying a cheap-as-chips pot plant which I carried home from lectures. Accidentally happening upon Paris Fashion Week, I crossed the Tuileries counter-current to a shoal of colourful and bizarrely decked out creatures - namely models, bloggers and the paparazzi dressed up to the nines. Sequins glittered, bulbs flashed and photographers ducked to avoid me, my blue jeans, dunlop trainers and my plastic-bagged pot plant.

Photo credit to hipparis.com

 No matter - I engaged in my own private photo-shoot, over-excitedly snapping pictures of my tiny room transformed into Paris' smallest new pop-up restaurant, where the maître-d' has to sit on her own bed for lack of chairs. Rachel Khoo, eat your heart out.

          

 Finally, jittery with excitement, I went to get two of my favourite people from the local metro station. 

They oohed and aahed appreciatively at my shoddy guided-tour on the way home: "This is an important building, I don't know what it is". 

Brother and sister

Back at mine, it was chorizo rolls from Besniers the bakers, and pâtisseries followed by Madmen.

Chocolate maccaron, Tarte aux Grandmères, Frangipane

More adventures soon!
À Bientôt !
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