Rob and I hopped over to the land of French for the week end. France is for Food, Fun, Fashion and many more F’s and did we enjoy it all!
|Hotel Secret De Paris|
We started our day late with a big breakfast in bed and a quick splash in the sizzling en-suite Jacuzzi with windows flung open. The contrast of cold breeze while your body is in boiling heat is an utter bliss.
Got ready and out we jumped - shopping was going to be first. We strolled down to Galleries Lafayette followed by lovely boutique shops close to Champs-Élysées. Popped over to Celine to say hello to a bag of my dreams and check out their new stuff, but sadly didn’t think I could justify any of the items there so left empty handed but hopeful and inspired.
Bag: Mulberry Alexa
Beanie, Pants, Boots: All Saints
Bag: Ted Baker
Warmed up by shopping we thought it was time to check out the Christmas Market and sample some good Vin Chaud. The market was wonderfully buzzing with happy people selling and buying crafts, food and other sweet little items from all over the world. We grabbed some German hotdogs, Tartiflette and mulled wine and went over to Pont Alexandre III to scoff it all down. The weather was fantastic – chilly, but sunny and fresh (as French would say!).
|All types of Chocolate you could find|
|Guess which counter I hung around?|
After our lovely picnic, absolutely full we had a long slow walk down Champs Elysees until our fingers were icy and then it was time for …. hot chocolate! We went to Best Of Café on Rue Mogador, which was perfect for people watching, and sitting outside under the heaters. It was a little further from the tourists, and I love that everyone around us were local. There is nothing better than being able to sit outside in winter and not feel cold. While drinking the most naughty hot chocolate cuddling up to my man. Love Paris.
|Filthy but sooooo goooood|
Giggles, silly photos and chocolatey cheeks later we zipped back to our hotel for a spa and a snooze. We’re the laziest!
When the sun was down my man and I were recharged. It was time for us to get ready for our dinner.
L’Atelier Saint-Germain de Joel Robuchon was our choice. After all, it’s the 12th best restaurant in the world! The traffic in Paris on Saturday nights is atrocious. We arrived late for our reservation, but after a short explanation that the taxi was stuck in traffic, the lovely staff said Pas de problème! Apparently loads of other people were also late. We were then seated to what was like a round big bar (there were two of those in the restaurant, no separate tables) and looked after very very well. The drinks and food were served from behind the bar with a view of the kitchen. Perfect.
We started off with some champagne and tasting platters.
|L’oeuf aux écrevisses et a la trufe Noire|
|The famous mash potatoe|
I highly recommend this wonderful restaurant not only for the food, but for experience as well. I can see why it got such a high ranking.
Reasonably full, a little tipsy and très content we decided this wasn’t the end of the night for us (no sleep for the wicked) and headed over to Bob Cool for some legendary Sex on the Beach and other delicious cocktails. The Moroccan-ish atmosphere was brilliant and the cocktails were all we’d hoped for and more.
What a perfect day.