Bonjour Paris!

We flew via Amsterdam to Paris' Charles de Gaulle Airport, and with the Left bank serving as our home base, we spent three crazy days walking the city flat, covering the necessary museums, landmarks and obligatory trip down the Seine - ensuring ample time to hit those high summer sales and to wander around the little back streets, mesmerised by the beautiful buildings.  























Only glitch in the system was, that typical for Paris, it rained 90 % of the time - so all the pretty frocks that I'd planned so meticulously to wear as I strutted my stuff down the arrondisements, were left hanging, very sadly, in the hotel room's wardrobe.  I discovered the true art of layering those 3 days - and 'glamorous' did not factor in my vocabulary or my look.

One of our trip's highlights was when we headed north to Montmarte for an evening of chanson at a little establishment, called Au Lapin Agille http://www.au-lapin-agile.com/accueil.htm .  This little house set high on the hills of Montmarte, has been the location for local artists to perform chanson, poetry, music and humour to intimate audiences since the 1800's.  

We didn't know what they were singing and laughing about, but somehow, it didn't matter.  We understood anyway.   

Our bellies full with the best quiche from the little bistro around the corner, cherry-infused red wine from the theatre, and our hearts and minds full of gorgeous song, we caught the last metro back to our hotel.    

The next morning, my suitcase bulging with all my purchases and my handbag stuffed with Nutella, we made our way to the train station, ready to catch our train down to Provence.