Its easy for a girl to get a little spoiled by Paris.
Every day waking up to a beautiful sunny morning 7:48am. Having your pastry and jet-fuel, I mean, coffee at 8:15am. Sitting in the garden sketching to the early morning sounds outside on the busy Saint Martin Blvd til 9:30. Planning the day:
Will it be Pablo Picasso’s Museum in the 3rdDistrict today, or will I Bustle onto the Subway and head toward the Louvre, or will It be the Centre Du Pompoudou with its more Modern/ Contemporary works.
Perhaps I will just go window shopping in the Fabric district or near the Champs Ellysee. Or Lunch on (or near) the Seine with a friend…
With all these things at your liberty; however does a girl choose. My handy “Let’s Go Paris!” is like my bible and never leaves my side.
By the end of the day I have usually walked until I am literally dragging and I collapse into bed for an hour or two get up, refresh and go out for a drink and some live Jazz.
OO-La-La! This is the life::