It is

la crème de la crème 

It is PARIS

It’s sultry.  It’s dreamy.  It’s gorgeous on every level.  Almost unattainable. Like the high school hottie.

Right within grasp.

The great news about dating the hot guy in high school is that you didn’t have to speak French to him.

Wait a second…was that the hot guy secret ??!

I just needed to learn French in high school ??!!

Erhhhhmergerd.

Thank you Coffee Break French.

{P.S. The number one language learning podcast in Europe }

I would have never survived French life without you.

 Where were you in high school, when I could have landed the hot guy with my

french words of love ?

oh la la

I must admit, on my recent trip to Paris, I had the urge to do a blog post every 4 seconds.

Maybe every 4 milliseconds.

After living in Paris for two years, it was super cool to return as a visitor and actually stay in a hotel.

  { aka not have to make my bed }

As a resident of Paris, you have a whole different list of  daily ‘to do’s’

…like ….

Opening a French bank account.

I might add, that opening such an account is equivalent to having your wisdom teeth pulled.

Maybe worse.

This time

as a visitor

 I had more important things to do.

Like sleep in my hotel bed.

When traveling, I didn’t miss my glamourous jobs at home…

Laundry.

Dishes.

 Or cleaning the bathroom.

What I wouldn’t give to have a VALET and MAID ring-a-ling thingy bell in my bathroom.

Yes, these little handy bell ringing things were hanging in the hotel shower.

Not kidding.

I would not kid about something as cool as that.

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Actually, in hindsight, I am kinda wondering who calls the VALET from their bathtub.

I want to meet that person.  I bet they are crazy interesting.

And as much fun as it was to take this photo….

I bet that same person would adore having a swan throwing up water in their bathroom too.

I liked it for a day.  I admit it.

I think it was because I was able to have a bath with bubbles up to my ears,

with no one banging knocking on the bathroom door

looking for their socks.

This time, I could drink an entire cup of hot chocolate, while it was STILL hot.

As a visitor, I didn’t have to think about cleaning the house, or what reno projects I had on hand.

Truth is, if I was at home, I would rather paint the entire bathroom rather than scrub it.

No jokes.  I would never joke about a thing like that.

Paint is MY BEST FRIEND.

So are candles.

I wouldn’t joke about that either.  Candles are serious business.

Serious wrinkle hiding business.

I am a white/cream coloured unscented candle kinda gal.

However,

I bend my stupid candle rule for ONLY ONE CANDLE.

ASTIER de VILLATTE

 Paris

It really -really -really smells good.

The Astier de Vilatte store is really a step back in time when you visit it.

It is beautifully organized and smells divine.

Now don’t go thinking I am a piglet…I am actually really neat….I have no idea why I am telling you that.

This post is about PARIS.

Paris is a great city to just stand on a street corner and go wild with your camera.

Not that I would ever stand on a street corner……{ MOM }

But I kinda might….. if it meant I could admire a street post.

Attention to detail, is where it’s at.

After standing there, and looking like a goof taking photos of street posts, I usually lolly- gag my way up the

Avenue des Champs-Élysées.

 Dreaming about tripping tourists.

Aren’t I mean?

Seriously, there is a huge collection of TOURISTS on that street.

Wear your elbow pads.  Throw in a couple of knee pads too.

* You might run into someone like me, and get tripped *

This is not where the true french living is…..but if given the chance, I say GO FOR IT anyway.

Swanky shops are everywhere.

Paris, is hands down, one of the…

‘BEST~EST’ CITIES IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FOR RETAIL THERAPY.

It has incredible, retail…everything….especially…

 

These next  few pics are from the

Parisian Perfumerie

right next door to the swanky

Hôtel Costes

 

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Now, you can find this little stunner of a perfumerie if you can find HOTEL COSTES.

HOTEL COSTES  will take a whole new blog post to share all the goodies about this den of opulence.

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Cafés & Bars à Paris

Ohh, and oooh la la, don’t even get me started on those…..

After enjoying a great cup of café crème,

PARIS is a city to walk walk walk in.

That french crème, vin, fromage and chocolate must go somewhere.

Either hit the pavement walking, or the chocolate hits the hips.

Take your pick.

I choose pavement.

Take a seat, read a book, chill….I can’t think of a better city for it.

My feet decided not to talk to me anymore.  I didn’t care.

 I took one for the team.

PARIS

Gorgeous Paris.

Sweet Gorgeous Paris.

And everything in it.

Bisous !!