Paris, Family, Macarons and More

The absolute highlight of our trip would have to be meeting family and friends. We travelled three hours south-east of Paris by TGV to meet extended family. They were beautiful, welcoming and kind. It was an absolute honour to meet them.


I also met my blogger friend the lovely Leesa (from News in France blog) and her friend Barbara who is also a blogger:


No visit to Paris would be complete without a tinsy-winsy trip to this French institute:

What beauties hide in this I wonder...

La voila!

Just for my niece...so pretty:

The foyer of our hotel:

On our way south-west of Paris:

from the TGV:

Paris: More photos...

Voila! The Eiffel and I:

For my boys:

The view I wake up to every morning inside. The mural is on the ceiling:

Above image of hubby and I inside the Arc de Triomphe.

I just love this:

I read recently that the flame below (a replica of the one the Statue of Liberty holds) is situated nearby to a tunnel where Princess Dianna was killed:

Images on a hot Spring day...

For my sis...

For my Nina:

Mervat

xo

Paris Day 1: through my eyes

The best way to deal with jet-lag? Blog.


A first sighting:

By day:

A close-up:

Cliched? So what...

Cafe, waffle & macarons:

Welcoming melt-in-the-mouth caramels:

By night and as if rising from the heavens:

C'est magnifique!

Today it is my hubby's birthday and we are off to Versailles, Giverny and maybe even a trip up the Eiffel Tower.

Au Revoir!

Mervat

xo

Lift Off!

Just quickly updating all my readers, especially my dear family. Hubby and I are waiting in the lounge. I just had a strong coffee. A very strong coffee. Playing in the background is Halleluja by KD Lang and memories of being pregnant with my darling third child, and watching the movie Shreck, come flooding back. I cried my heart out when I heard this version sung as Princess Fiona's eyes welled up. And I have tears in my eyes now. I already miss my babies but, I WILL BE BACK.

Thank you again to my super special family for your support. My presents list is ver present in my pocket.

Just had the call to board.

Love,

Mervat

xo

May I pick your brain?

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I have an intense fear of birds (I blame Alfred Hitchcock). I have therefore always hated the phrase 'pick your brain'. Please, let me explain. Whenever I hear this phrase I imagine an exposed portion of my brain being relentlessly pecked at by the long yellow beak of a heavy, black, shiny-feathered crow. The thought makes me shudder. Now that I have ruined this phrase for all, I might as well use it. And so, may I pick your brain?

I will be visiting Paris in a few of week's time and have just started to plan my daily itinerary. One place I would love to go to is a vintage store (or many for that matter). In all the books I have about Paris there is not one that mentions vintage shops. I wish to ask anyone familiar with the city (or not) whether there are any vintage stores there and, if so, where. If I am successful in finding one, my aim is to bring back something special from a Parisian vintage/second hand shop and to host a special giveaway. If you can help me I would love to hear from you. My email is mervat@swiftdsl.com.au or, just leave a comment.

Thank you, from the deepest recesses of my (brain) heart :)

Mervat

x