Lazy afternoon

Because my working timetable is so incredibly amazing, I was finished today at midday and home by half past 12. Mikey cooked the most delicious carrot & coriander soup for lunch. My absolute favourite soup flavour ever. I gave up 3 pairs of shoes to squish the soup-maker into our luggage on the flight back to Paris but it has got so much use in the past 2 weeks, I'm not even missing my pumps. Everyone should know how to make it because it is crazy good.

 4 carrots  /   1/2 onion  /  1 clove of garlic   /  4 sprigs of coriander   /  50g butter  /  1 stock cube  /   Salt & pepper to taste  / Grated cheese

Cut up the garlic and carrots into small cubes. Put them, plus the coriander, onion and butter, into soup-maker. Add a cup of water mixed with stock. Aaaand that's literally it. Yep, all you gotta do is let the soup maker do it's thang and then add salt and pepper and sprinkle cheese on top. The cheese is a must. Easiest but most incredible soup recipe in the world.
 









The rest of today is being spent catching up on The Voice and drinking copious amounts of tea..and probably eating chocolate and cookies seeing as my willpower to eat healthily cracks the second I hear the word "milka". xo

Anniversary in Paris

Yesterday was mine and Mikey's anniversary, (vom vom, soppy post). It feels strange that it's such a small number when I feel like I've known him simply forever. We were talking earlier about the amount of places we've been in the past two years and the crazy amount of things we've done in such a short space of time. Safe to say it has been a very, very busy and packed two years while also being the happiest, smiliest and funnest time I've ever had. ♡ ♡ ♡

To celebrate, M cooked me the most insanely delicious meal for when I got home from work late afternoon. It's so difficult to look at the pictures without my mouth salivating and craving. Seriously, the second I finished it (not far from about 10 seconds) I just wanted to start again, eat it all over. It was amazing. After that, we walked up to Montparnasse and had some cocktails in the bars around Gaite with some macarons. Just sitting in a bar in the middle of Paris with a cocktail, a full belly and the promise of many more happy years together was such a content and heart-warming feeling.

10/03/2012.

Spring in Paris

Paris in the spring is living up to every single rumour I've ever heard about it and so much more. When the sun shines here, it genuinely feels like heaven on earth; Parisian's come alive, bars are crammed and wine is everywhere. You don't even have to do anything, it's simply enough to just walk and watch life pass you by. All the tiny little backstreets with one-off shops, all the cafe's with the doors thrown wide open bursting with chatter and cheese. And there's just people - people everywhere. People trying to sell you stuff, people lying in the sun, people jumping on the metro, people in bars, people on bikes, people everywhere. It's amazing. This city is amazing. It's so ridiculously full of life when the sun shines and it's so incredibly beautiful.

This weekend, we unintentionally walked past the Moulin Rouge while looking for a cash point for cocktails. Stumbling upon such a world famous landmark by accident is just so typical of Paris, you can walk for under 30 minutes and see about a million incredible places you've read about in books. That evening, we went out for drinks and as it was so warm we decided to walk the slightly long distance home while half of Paris slept and the other half were loudly filling every single bar we came across. We wandered inadvertently past the Louvre and it suffices to say that being able to walk home after a night out and pass one of the worlds most famous museums is a feeling like no other. Last Friday we had a drink in a cafe boat on the Seine while the sun started going down and today we took a picnic and sat under the Eiffel tower and lazed around all afternoon in the sun eating strawberries; it doesn't sound enough to say that living here is the biggest blessing.

It's is a bubble, a little dream bubble of everything that makes me happy. I'd dreamed of coming here for years and years until my parents took me for a long weekend almost four years ago. We stayed in a little hotel in Porte D'Orleans and ate breakfast in a bistro next door before seeing as much as we could physically squeeze into three days. Since then I've loved Paris and everything about it, I never thought in a million years I'd be living here, doing my shopping on the Champs Elysées and eating in bars with a view of the Notre Dame. It's funny that I landed here by chance too, but I'm thankful for the best bit of fate that's been handed to me so far.

I wouldn't change anything right now. Paris is simply indescribable.