Monday, 21 July 2014


Look what the postman brought today...a lovely bracelet from Onecklace. I already have my beloved name tag necklace  from them so the bracelet is another welcome addition and I can't wait to wear it. The jewellery is competitively priced and it is of very good quality and design. In addition to their own website, you can now get their jewellery via Etsy shop too.

Friday, 4 July 2014


The above photo shows my realization that a) my head is too big for any kind of hat; and that b) my hair is way too long and plentiful and it really, really, really needs to be cut ASAP.

I wore:
Hat: Catarzi
Denim shirt: Asos
Blazer: ZARA
Jeans: Mango
Shoes: Whistles
Necklace: ONecklace
Rings: Dogeared, Kris Nations

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Paris Tips

This is a lovely hotel in Bastille; very airy and clean with decent size rooms (for Parisian standards). The staff is helpful and knowledgeable and the rooms are comfortable and feel so very fresh. There are also some great options for dining nearby. 

Le Loir Dans La Theiere (3 Rue des Rosiers, 4e)
One of my absolute favourite Parisian places to eat, drink tea and chillax. It's conveniently located in Le Marais district so you can go there after all the shopping in little chi-chi boutiques.
Sure, this place has been "discovered" by now, but it's also popular with Parisians so the feeling is still authentic. Besides they make the best cakes. If you happen to visit Paris in autumn, make sure you try their chestnut cake. It's to die for. Despite of some negative online reviews regarding friendliness of this place, the staff IS friendly and helpful, but do not go in there barking orders in English. Even a smattering of French goes a very, very long way here.

 I wrote about this particular experience here, so I'm not going to repeat myself too much. All in all, go there once for the experience and return for take out cakes. And make sure you most definitely try their hot chocolates and Mont Blanc.

I thought I knew my eclairs. In reality, I knew diddly squat. THESE are the ONLY eclairs you will ever need to eat. Ever. And once you start eating them, you won't be able to stop. They're not cheap, but they're worth their weight in gold. My only regret is that I didn't buy more, so make sure you ask for the biggest possible box. In fact, don't stop at just one box.

Kusmi tea can now be found in both the UK and the States, but Paris is where it all started. Hands down, the best teas you will ever have. Buy them loose and make sure you try more offbeat flavours such as Rose Green tea or Almond Green Tea.

Good place to stock up on chocolates, truffles, etc...
I still think UK's Hotel Chocolat is better, but these are not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Oui, Oui Paris V

I was hungry so I scanned around to spot a good place to eat. There was a dishevelled looking man sitting at the table in a nearby restaurant, smoking and writing furiously in his well thumbed notebook. Probably a philosopher. Or a writer.
"Look."; I said to The Husband: "He's clearly French. It really doesn't get more French than that. Let's eat here."
"No. It looks empty. I want to eat there."; he said pointing at another place.
"I'm not sitting with the bloody English. I came all the way to France to sit with the French."; I protested.
"But it's a mix of French and English. The place looks good. Come on."
"Oh, OK then."
We sat at the table. There was a group of French youths to the right of us having a philosophical and cultured conversation about Judaism and war. 
"If that was British "yoof" they would be discussing the love life of Z list celebrities. I just love how the French don't do frivolous conversations."
"Yes, yes....let's order already."; The Husband was getting impatient.
The menu was in French.
To the left of us a family of British tourists was painstakingly translating every single item on the menu via their smartphone apps. 
"I'm not doing THAT."; I announced: "It's retarded. We should just order randomly and be surprised."
"What if we order snails? Or frogs?"; said The Husband alarmed.
"We won't."; I assured him.: "I do have basic French, you know."
I beckoned the waiter over and pointed a few items on the menu...soup, polenta and a mysterious meat. 
"I think it's beef.", I said to The Husband reassuringly.
The Brits to the left of us finally finished their 3 hour translation of every single item on the menu and made a daring order of  3 sandwiches (French: LE sandwich).
I rolled my eyes feeling all superior and pleased with myself. Our order is bound to be amazing.
The waiter was smoking in front of the restaurant not giving a flying French f**k, but he eventually brought our food.
I looked at it suspiciously.
"Oh dear, this is not beef. It''s.....veal.; I was horrified: "We're eating BABY cows!!!! BABY f***ing cows!!!!!!!!"
"Well, better eat it now, otherwise it died in vain. So much for your French, eh?", said The Husband.