Paris

I've been trying to write this post for two weeks and in the process I've discovered that it is ridiculously difficult to write about Paris without sounding completely and unforgivably clichéd...  With that said, if you find yourself unable to forgive the unforgivable, I must implore you to stop reading this post at once, cause its going to be cheesy.  And long...

Paris with these two (and their accompanying adults) was absolutely lovely.

This was the day we went to Versailles and unashamedly pretended to be princesses...  (The daisy crown helped, a lot).

While we were there we saw Marie Antoinette's personal village, which was beautiful, and a extremely telling example of the extravagance...

 

Hustai at Versailles

(that's supposed to rhyme...)

We also went to the Louvre, and I marched through in my usual museum fashion and didn't take photos.  Woops.

We ate.  A lot.  Chris and I tried anything and everything salted caramel flavored.  Fantastic.

We got caught in the rain, and contrary to Midnight in Paris wisdom, there are better things than Paris in the rain, primarily Paris in the sun.

             

I ended up walking around with Dad and Annabella a lot, and we can never resist a photo opp...

On my last afternoon we wandered around Sacre Coeur and had one last creme brulee...

You better bet I joined this linked-arm cuteness shortly after :)

The trip home was ridiculous in the way I've come to expect getting home after Spring Break (see here for full details), but I made it, and they let me back into the UK, even though I didn't bring the right paperwork...  Oh dear.  Fugitive status?

I had a beautiful week in Paris.

Since then, I've been to London (for a crazy, unphotographed, refreshing and exhausting 23 hours of friend time...), written a little bit (read: not enough) poetry, thought about studying for exams, gone hiking (more on that later), "cleaned my room," possibly broken my foot, and just generally enjoyed being back in Edinburgh.

Until next time!  Love.