After a long trip down and back to London yesterday, I was cheered up by my young paramour’s stories of her visit to Paris over the weekend. It wasn’t the same as being there, but she painted an exciting picture (including documentary proof).
The consolation patisserie helped too.
She bought you a cake shop?!
Just a small one. But it did sound like a VERY good weekend, and I needed a lot of consolation.
Your “young paramour” ?
Quite a coincidence that she was in Paris at the same time as me… amazed we didn’t bump into each other…. 😉
Bloody hell, can you imagine if you had? There’d have been blood on the rues!