I never do all the things I think I will when I visit Paris. I do more, I do less.
Paris is like that, there is too much temptation and too much beauty to be had in a day or three.
Even when the clouds cover up, or the rain threatens.
Paris shines.
from left to right
We ate at Chez Julien.
We tried, we really tried to resist the bread.
Les Marquis de Ladurée, all delicious, all chocolate on rue Castiglione.
Parfum Caron at Le Bon Marche for sheer femininity.
Love locks everywhere.
The colours of Goyard… the shopping bag on many Parisian shoulders.
And the roses.
Hotel Costes for an apero… and very glamorous people watching.
A chic peak at Lanvin on the rue du Faubourg St Honoré.
The private courtyards.
And the shades of Guerlain.
Yes to anything Chantal Thomass… French lingerie creator extraordinaire.
Sidewalk cafes
The Georges Pompidou
The space, the views and the permanent collection.
The Eiffel Tower… and a working view.
Long, long legs.
Taking snaps together.
Hidden courtyards.
Corner buildings, windows and shutters flung wide for a glimpse of the sun.
And flowers, more and more flowers… xv
