Everyone loves Paris, but I personally think that the city is a little overrated especially in terms of its art scene. I much prefer the museums in Italy.
This is the King’s bed. It looks really tiny but I absolutely adore the intricate details on the headrest.
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The beautiful palace park. It’s much prettier in spring/summer when the flowers are in full bloom.
We spent the rest of time shopping at Avenue Montaigne, braving the cold wintry winds, before ending the day on a sweet note with my favourite creme brulee and orangina drink. 😉
The whole of next day was spent with JW’s climbing friends. It’s amazing how the sport bonds people from all walks of life, transcending all cultures and races. We had a hard time finding Tonde’s apartment because my dear hubby forgot to exchange mobile numbers with his friend. Thanks to the friendly residents in the neighbourhood and a stroke of unbelievable luck, we finally found him. After heaving a sigh of relief, we adjourned for lunch at a bustling little cafe in his neighbourhood, where everyone knew everyone! It felt like a family gathering of sorts.
The food was sumptuous. I had Camembert cheese with Wild Rocket & toasted baguette for my appetizer, followed by foie gras and a glass of red wine. JW had sausages with mashed potatoes.
It was a very satisfying meal, but you would be surprised to know that the entire meal took us about 6 hours to finish. The pace of life is much slower, and all you do is chat, drink and be merry while waiting for the dishes to arrive. I really miss the relaxed way of life that the Parisians have. Over in Singapore, there is a mad rush for everything! I feel like a slave to time.
At about 8p.m. or so, we went back to the apartment for a second round of drinks. Champagne with Godiva chocolates. How sinful is that?