48hrs in Paris

The adventure began. 25mins to departure, running through the airport. I could already foresee what the next two days would entail…

Boutique hotels with Art Deco-inspired interiors and beautiful views. Jumping into cars with strange boys (don’t try this at home!). Alfresco fine dining at pavement cafes with outdoor heating. Stopping to talk to every group of handsome French men in sight. Continental cocktails. Fast forward, a few hours later…

2am. Lost in Paris. Navigating the (identical) cobbled streets. Madness.

Taking the city in from a boat, whilst travelling along the river Seine. Sexy men with even sexier accents. Carriage rides through Parisian parks. Stumbling upon a hidden gem, the perfect lunch spot. Cuban food, Cuban cigars, more cocktails.

Shopping on the Champs-Elysees. Visiting the Louvre (managed to miss the Mona Lisa) and Notre Dame. Quick ensemble change and then the Eiffel Tower, at night. Sparkly dresses, wedged high heels and flashing lights. This. Is. Life.

Until next time, Paris. It’s been real.

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