Solo Apéro @ 1728, Paris

Who was I in 1728? I couldn’t tell you. Do I believe in reincarnation well that is a discussion best had over a couple bottles of wine. What I do know is that in this life I am a princess and I expect to be treated as such. Although after my solo aperitif at 1728 on Friday 14 June, I now consider myself a queen! View Post

Le Cette

Even the sun decided to stay in bed on Thursday 13 June. I couldn’t blame her, there was yet another strike in France! No sun, crammed into a train with no air conditioning and the dank, heavy smell of body odour (obviously there are not enough deodorant commercials shown on French tv) that was so strong that the back of my throat itched.  This was a day not only for a solo apero but also in a place that I could walk to. View Post