On Tuesday I awoke at the buttcrack of dawn (5.30am to be exact). I knew coffee wouldn't cure my drowsiness, so I decided to blind myself into alertness by donning the most lurid colours I could find; for I was a woman on a mission. And that mission lay in Paris. Follow me for a photographic journey of my trip and allow me show you the sights..
And our journey begins...
Swishing through miles of open country
From yellow English skies to ciel blues and watercolour panoramas
And lots of tall pointy objects...
Oh Monsieur... and just when I thought I'd seen them all.
"Erm, my face is up here actually"
Not really sure where we are anymore.
Pretty as a postcard
Ok maybe not these postcards
All that walking has worked up an appetite. But I've never been one for choosing. We'll take the lot.
So we aren't the only ones who over-ate. It's a dog's life really.
The Place Vendome.
And a sooty basilica
Bought one of these. Because you can bottle memories.
Hasta la vista baby. I'll be back