Tour Diary: Paris

Paris, just over the channel, I speak the language and one of my best friends lives there. So it’s kind of foreign but not, it still marked the first stop on the European leg of the journey. After dumping my stuff in our hotel, we walked a little while to Mum In Her Little Kitchen, aka Milk, a cute little restaurant that does little crumbles, cakes and treats all served on ultra colourful vintage plates.

My boyfriend came to visit for the weekend, with some awesome packages. I took him to Chartier, my favourite restaurant which I first came to this celebrated place as an art student. Our tutor recommended this place that had served Toulouse Lautrec and had sort of stayed the same since it opened in 1896. It’s not fancy, but you get real French food, amazing ambiance and it’s dirt cheap. After that we wandered up to the Sacré Coeur for a few more drinks, all lit up at night, I think it’s even nicer than in the day because there’s no crowds and you can see all of Paris, incandescent. On my actual birthday, with a raging hangover I met up with my cousin for lunch and we all walked through Paris for the rest of the afternoon, because I’ve been a few times I couldn’t really be bothered to go to the Eiffel Tower and all that, it’s nicer to just wander and get lost a bit. That night, even though I was mortally hungover, Women’s Hour, Anna’s support band knew someone who owned a bar down the road. Felipe closed the bar and welcomed all assorted band members, crew and friends offering us grasshoppers and mezcal and he even cracked open a bottle of champagne for me. Hangover, what hangover?!