Gay Paris !



Finally, I have recovered enough to write about the girlie weekend in Paris ! Last weekend, me, the financial advisor, the blonde, the newly single and preggers took off to Paris for the weekend, where we were met by the ambassadrice , my baby sister, and the tall one, baby sister of the FA and NS. Needless to say the weekend consisted of eating , drinking and shopping. Saturday night saw us dining at Le Petit Prince in the latin quarter. Although the service was gallicly slow, the food was sublime, particulalry the desserts. In fact, the blonde nearly slid off her chair having tasted the chocolate fondant. They must have sussed that preggers was preggers as she got three chocolate mousses !The ambassadrice was handy as she is fluent in French and pretty to boot, so the service dramatically improved when she fluttered her eyelids.Lots of great white Bordeaux meant it was a highly entertaining evening, before we headed back to Hotel Mansart, beside the Place Vendome, which was fantastic. We had two huge (in Paris imagine!) adjoining rooms with two great bathrooms and the tranquility was only rocked by mine and preggers' snoring, mine due to sinutitis, hers is just a filthy habit !
Sunday morning saw us setaed in the sun outside having breakfast. Be warned readers, stick to the set price menus for breakfast. In a fit of abandon we ordered juice, coffee, croissants and croque madame al a carte and breakfast cost 160 euro !!! The Finanial advisor nearly had a heart attack.Having said that, we are full till evening. A trip to Montmarte led to the newly single one buying me a portrait of myself by "Maxim", who was keen to paint a nude of the newly single one, b ut was dissapointed. We drank beers at 10 euro each as if the recession had never been heard of and then went home to change to go for dinner, with the adorable french man and his incredibly attractive wife, who proved excellent compnay and I am happy that the ambassadrice will have someone to bail her out, should she be arrested.Being french, the adorable french man ordered the wine, which was sublime and led to alot of loose tongues and hilarity. For handiness, we went back to the Irish pub which will remain nameless , opposite our hotel on Rue de Capucins...suffice it to say it was no wonder it was empty !
Monday morning led to another great ( but cheaper) breakfast before a spot of shopping in Galerie Lafayette....total shopping heaven.Mid afternoon however, it was time for a food stop and boy did this one tick all the boxes. Laduree in Printemps was fantastic...see picture. I had St. Honore Rose et Framboise and it was if I had gone into my granny's garden and bitten into the biggest, reddest most scented rose I could find with a bite of cream and choux pastry just for fun. Macaroons were the order of the day for the others but the newly single one had a sandwich and frites, or a chip butty as we insisted on calling it. It was so posh and so gorgeous and the fact that you got a little card so you could pee on a designer toilet for free, just added to the experience ! We managed to shop in Promod for a while, where the blonde was shown a dress with newspaper print on it to which she replied " I want to be ridden not read". Good bladder control was required at this point. Our final stop was a lovely bar on the edge of Rue Haussamn, where we consumed all the free peanuts (3 times) and had a couple of beers and wines as we sat for 2 hours mulling over our weekend. Weekends like this are good for our Mental Health and satisfy all our foodie desires.....can't wait till the Financial Advisor is 40 next year so we can do it all again in another city !

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  1. You really are Samantha, Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte! Of course, our intrepid writer is Carrie, sans doubt! Where is Lawrence when you need him! (Gotta see the movie to appreciate but sure you all will!) Watching eagerley for the next instalment!

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