A cheeky weekender in Paris, surely one of the great joys of living in Europe? Thinking back over the years, I worked out this was my seventh time in this lovely city. What dumb luck, eh? I met Elize, just landed from Sydney, and two lovely ladies who love her just as much and made their way by train from Germany and Austria. We were a perfect fit, all of us. Happy to wander and take it all in, no hurry or grand plans.
We picnic'd lots, at the Sacre Coeur at sunset, and in the last of the light at Pont Neuf. We drifted into small bars and got good coffee and walked up and down the Marais and Canal St Martin. We saw a friend play a stunning set in the courtyard of Palais de Tokyo, the Eiffel Tower looming over us and cheap spritzers a plenty, then missed the crowd and ate our hearts out at MIZNON. The best felafel of my life and such a lovely bustle in that little bar.