See that? That is edible gold paint. On an eclair. In Paris. My gosh, this was one incredibly delicious moment. That gold eclair (mine, by the way) was a chocolate and peanut explosion of scrumptious Parisian pastry made at the L'éclair de Génie patisserie in Le Marais. And boy, was it worth the price. Mel and I ate them on a bench seat while watching Paris wizz by. The sun was just setting and afterwards, while walking back to the hotel, we somehow ended up at Place de la Bastille. A.K.A. in the complete opposite direction to our hotel. No matter, I got to eat these eclairs.
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I'm not going to lie (and you'll hear much more on the subject later on, I promise), some of the places I stayed in overseas sucked. Big time. As in literally an attic with a twin size bed for the two of us at the top of five flights of stairs kind of bad. Our hotel in Paris however, well, it was the opposite. Elevator, street view, separate beds, TV, our own bathroom, wooden beams and exposed stone walls, antique furniture. Yeah, it was pretty nice staying in Paris. We stayed right off the Rue de Rivoli, which is an awesome location to be in if you want to explore Paris. These are a couple of photos of the view out of our hotel window. Did I mention that the BEST BURGERS EVER are located just down the street? No? Well, I'll have to share more on them later because they were FABULOUS. 
 I'm taking a quick break from all the Europe posts to say that today is my twenty-second birthday! I'm spending the day in the city, shopping at bookstores and eating pizza at my favourite Italian restaurant. I took these photographs the other day after working at the Uni, a commemoration of sorts of what I looked like near my birthday this year. I'll probably take a film portrait again as I've done the last couple of years, but upon stumbling across this freshly bloomed wattle, I simply couldn't resist taking a few self portraits.     Sometimes you just need to stop at a gorgeous ivy covered stone wall in the middle of Paris and take a couple of pretty portraits. On our way to Les Catacombes, Mel and I wandered the streets, taking photographs and marvelling at how such ordinary streets can be so extremely beautiful when one is in a foreign country.    
This little Parisian market was one of those places you just happen to stumble across on your way to find, say, a toilet. It sold fruit and vegetables, flowers and socks. Also, Christmas trees. I loved the way the trees were piled up all over the place, most of them tiny ones I could easily imagine gracing a Parisian apartment, strung with lights and tinsel. It is discoveries like this that allow us foreigners to get a glimpse of the true Paris, the one that people live in every day. 
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Hi! I'm Louise. I am a writer, photographer, traveler, book fanatic and blogger. I love to post about my adventures and the little things I do that make life fun.
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