And so we went to Paris for my 29th birthday, and loved every minute. In fact, we discussed how we might move there in quite some detail.
Everything was manifique - our wee apartment was brilliant and in such a lovely area, we went on a macaroon hunt, we did christmas shopping, we flaneured like no-one has flaneured before, we took full advantage of our first class eurostar upgrades, and we vowed to go back in the spring.
Sigh....
