In Australia Christmas Dinner should always be prawns and salads, but you'd be surprised how many of us in a fit of mental abberation, cook a roast! Sweat! Sweat! There is a lot of jumping in the swimming pool involved between bastings!
I hope you enjoy a Paris Christmas with me.
Champs Elysee is the place to be for gorgeousness, and that's not just moi! Ha! Ha! I'm dazzled as you see!
Getting used to the delightful lights. What a lovely night! I lived in my fur coat I bought at the Camden Place markets in London and my fur cloche sold to me by a couple of dames near the Notre Dame cathedral. Would have frozen otherwise.
A stroll through the Galleries during the day. Gallerie Vivienne is one of my favourites - oh that art nouveau!
Caught heading into the Gallerie de Champs Elysee for my (shh) Starbucks! I like my cafe with lots of milk and the French think it's against the law after le petit dejeuner! A surprising number of Parsiennes shared a lounge with us. Lucky weren't they? I swear I didn't have Macdonalds while I was in there! But I bought some lovely tee shirts and gifts for the family sweating at home.
Hey, I just can't get enough of those lights and shop dekkies! Over the top! Even the cars screeching around the Arc de Triomphe roundabout look cute tonight.
Hmm. Got to catch a show at the Moulin Rouge, but not tonight in my jeans! Eewwwhhh...
Off to Notre Dame later to join the thousands of other worshippers in midnight mass. Cool! (It was too!)
Oh, sharing this only made me more homesick for Paris.
Au revoir, sniff, sniff...
I'll be posting more as I'm able...