Shopping & Football

After a late night out, we slept in.

Having given up on trying to preserve the darkness of night, we threw open the curtains and snoozed in the patch of sunlight streaming through the huge old windows.

Eventually (and as usual) my stomach started to protest and growl with hunger; “We’re in Paris” he said. “There are croissants around these parts, and I know my rights!”

So in the late morning we sat on the terrace, and while I fired off a few emails, the Mr organised a breakfast of cappuccinos, buttery croissants and berries. An excellent hunter-gatherer if you ask me!

Then, having satisfied my hunger for French pastry, we pulled on jeans & sneaks… and trotted off to do some serious shopping.

Prabal Gurung military jacket (similar option)

M&S tee // ASOS jeans

Prada bag // Converse shoes // ASOS sunnies // Seasalt socks

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Now, when I say “serious shopping” I actually mean that we mooched around Avenue Montaigne, which is officially the quietest street in Paris (during August, the rest of the time it’s ruddy overrun!)

I fell in love at Saint Laurent…

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But couldn’t decide between the colours, so thought I’d ask you to help.

Red? Bold, very pretty, good for winter…

Cream? Neutral, goes with everything, understated, classic…

Which is better? I’m also fairly enamoured with the wine coloured one. Just to throw that into the mix!

It’s safe to say we shopped ’til we dropped.

For lunch we sat at a table nestled between the pillars at MiniPalais.

Here they make the most deliciously soft, pillowy bread rolls that just melt in your mouth.

I kicked off with buratta & ham.

With just a few nibbles of his paté on toast!

Can you blame me? Look at it…

Munching away we sat and chatted under the ornate ceiling. The breeze whistled through and the occasional shower sent the crowds (queuing for the Petit Palais) shrieking as they ran for cover.

We talked about work and art and cameras (I’m in the market for a new one as I haven’t yet replaced the Sony that went walkabout at Glasto!)

I’m using my trusty old Lumix now and had forgotten how much I love it. The shallow depth of field is great for food and look what it does to the background of a basic portrait…

But all photography discussions were interrupted by the exciting arrival of steak tartare & salty frites.

After lunch we continued our shopping expedition & generally bounced around the streets of Paris for a while.

Before grabbing an early supper at Brasserie Valois.

(No website but you’ll find them at 1, place Rio de Janero.)

We arrived during Happy Hour, so celebrated with crystal buckets of mojitos.

^ How delicious is that branding?

Almost as delicious as this lot…

We shared steak n shrimp.

We ordered dessert, I went for ice cream and he went for millefeuille (layers of flaky pastry sandwiching creme patissiere, which is a thick, sturdy, sweet, vanilla custard really.)

When my Berthillion ice cream arrived I was pretty pleased with my decision…

… until his arrived.

Thumb for scale.

I immediately abandoned my icecream and he sweetly traded with me.

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With sugar powdered lips and stuffed with custard, we didn’t have much time to hang around before jumping in a car and driving out to Les Puces.

A friend’s football team was playing and we promised to go and cheer them on!

Red Star are trying to battle their way up to the premiere league, so the atmosphere was tense to say the least!

They played well, and won! (Partly helped by our shouting and cheering, I’m sure.)

I’m a complete convert and shall faithfully support Red Star from here on out! Now I just need to convince some of the locals to teach me some of the filthier chants…

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