Home is where the heart is.

Going home means a few things.

 Spending time with family and friends.

 Eating and shopping.

And this guy!

It's such a lovely time being at home. But I try not to get too attached as I'm such a homely girl and it's always sad leaving.

Canterbury was in full bloom the week of my return! The sun was shining, the trees were green and the bluebells were blooming. The Great British Countryside is sometimes a sight to behold. Especially at this time of year when the forest and woodland floors are covered with a blanket of blue carpet.
The bluebells are famous in the Kentish Downs and really are so beautiful. The blue is striking and you can see it for miles. These photos really don't give it justice, but really they are just beautiful.

I had a fantastic time at home. But back to Paris now, back to work and back to bread cheese and wine! (why is it all about food for me?!)

Sunday afternoon tea.

Now, you can see that many of my posts are about Sundays. Sundays for me are my 'days off' as I work 6 out of the 7 days of the week, Sundays are my days where I have time to explore and either become a tourist again, or just grab a bike and cycle or laze around in bed.

(The latter is not interesting enough to be blogged about, it usually consists of me thinking 'oh i must get up! be productive....' *sleeps for another 30 mins*...oh..maybe not today!)

So, now its hit vacances de Pâques here in Paris, so that means two lovely weeks off for me to explore and do wonderful things. (Now I am heading back to the UK for a week so there will be some interesting Blighty Inspired postings too!)

But before that, lets go back in time. To last weekend. Sunday. On what was supposed to be a sunny day in Paris Town, me and the boyfriend decided to take a lovely walk around the 1er Arrondisment.

The lack of sun took us in the direction of a traditional, timeless classic. Angelina. Now whether you are a tourist or a person finding their feet here in Paris, Angelina is a tradition that you shouldn't miss out on. I've been wanting to go for so long, reading all the wonderful posts on many a Brit in Paris Blog. So that was the time.

Now, a gloomy cloudy day in Paris, where to the tourists go. Its around 2pm, not lunch time..(for tourists anyway.) Yes that's right, they all headed in the direction of Angelina. We were lucky not to queue, but inside was busy. The service staff were fantastic and working fast but lacked in that 'charm' you would want from such a charming environment. Now, the menu. Lovely main meals, sounded beautiful on paper, looked even more beautiful on the plate. But no. I was here for 2 things. Chocolat Chaud and Cake.

So, I went for the Chocolat Chaud BLANC! Yes that's right. I have a unhealthy obsession with white chocolate, and this did not disappoint! The Chocolat Chaud, normal or white, is decadently rich (hence the little whipped cream on the side) but for those with a sweet tooth then it's totally fine! The little yellow sunshine you can see on the plate next to it with soft little clouds floating over it is a 'Tarte au Citron' With little vanilla flavoured marshmallows. Now, Tarte au Citron is my favourite dessert. This is the best I've eaten. and I've eaten a lot.

Thanks Angelina for our Sunday Afternoon Tea. It was truly glorious.