Ok, I know you all understand that I love Paris year round. Seriously, I’d happily visit any day of the week. But it might surprise you to learn that winter is my very favourite season to spend time in Paris.
Held annually in the grounds of Melbourne’s historic Como House, Paris to Provence is a lovely day out for Francophiles.
A miracle occurred this week. In the scheme of miracles, I guess you’d have to say it was a (very) minor miracle, but I’m definitely calling it a miracle.
A whole lot of different ways to think about France, and specifically Paris, have been jumping out at me lately. They are mainly coming from books, but of course, they are also coming from the on-line world too. Quotes. Comments. Questions. And I feel like I really need to dig deeper into some of them.
I’ve shared before that Melbourne is a long way from anywhere. It takes hours just to get out of the country. One thing these long flights do allow you to do is catch up on movies.
The French love lingerie. This fact, I know, does not constitute news. Reams have been written on the topic. Brands. Styles. Amounts spent. They all attract interest. But I have to admit being surprised (and amused) when we came across a men’s lingerie store in Lyon.
There is only one way to describe The Tippling Club and that’s absolute treat. It was recommended to us by the owner of our local wine store who visited a few years back. He told us we’d love it – and he was absolutely right.
I love it when I stumble on something unexpected when I’m travelling. My big find during our recent trip to Singapore came as I was hunting down a cool drink in the Fullerton Hotel. And it came in the form of a French perfumery – Fragrance Du Bois.
I didn’t discover the power of an amazing handbag until my mid 30’s. But once I did, I was hooked (my younger sister just did herself a damage shaking her head – I’m sorry sweetness).