I haven’t blogged in two weeks – forgive me please. To say I’ve been swamped with work is the understatement of the century, plus, I’ve been dealing with the world’s worst man. Blog to follow on that front, I assure you! Among the dude crap and work crap I took myself back to Paris for a weekend, to head back to my favourite hotel, Mama Shelter. Bliss.
I first discovered Mama many moons ago, when I won a fashion stylist event with eBay who sent me on an all expenses paid trip to Paris, read here. I took along my best girl Kim last time, and we had such a blast we decided to head back to celebrate my birthday this year. Well why not!
We traveled there and back with Eurostar Business Lounge (obviously) so both arrived and departed pretty drunk on Prosecco. We were celebrating my last year in my twenties so it would be rude not to.
I won’t bore you with the ins and outs but basically, we had a fab time. Even though it was horrendous rain the ENTIRE time we were there (seriously, the whole fucking time) we still laughed until we couldn’t breathe. At one point Kim had to hold onto a wall for fear of falling over in hysterics. That was when we were sober too…I’m hilarious.
We did the whole tourist thing, visited the main hotspots, drank a lot of coffee and ate a lot of cheese. We also watched a lot of free movies in our hotel room and drank a lot of Prosecco.
Here’s the rest of my city break snaps, I didn’t take loads because I was busy enjoying life instead: