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.

A sunny Sunday in splendid Paris.

So, after being here in Paris for 4 months now, I have now had my most favourite day, and here I will tell you about it.

This morning I woke up to the fresh scent of bread being made. Not in my apartment, unless my new little fishy had turned into a baker overnight, but from the apartment across the courtyard. (Unfortunately the lady was not up for sharing, so I had a tea and my own toast for my average breakfast)
Today I had planned to meet my friend and have a picnic, so after making my picnicy goodies, I grabbed my shades (first outing this year!) and headed to get the bus.

The bus that runs from my house to my final destination went along the River Seine, so it was like a mini tour bus ride, catching the sights at fleeting Parisienne bus speed, but saw the sights never the less.

I got off the bus at Sorbonne in the beautiful 5th Arrondissement of Paris. Full of little bars and restaurants that were full to bursting on this Sunday lunch time. On a beautiful day like today I would highly recommend walking through the back streets of this lovely part of town and sitting and having a nice fresh glass of vin banc or rose to quench your thirst.

Whilst walking up Rue Descartes...

I saw this beautiful piece of work on the wall. Its this kind of thing and more that you find in this section of Paris, a totally different side of town, with only street savvy tourists or locals whizzing past you on their motos or bicycles.

Anyway, once I met Becky, we popped to a little parc near the university to soak up some sunshine and eat our picnic before she had to go to work.

Now my day didn't stop there. It was 2pm on a beautiful sunny day in Paris, no work to drag me away, no time deadlines, so I set up camp at a cute little bakery called Sugarplum. Now, let me tell you about this bakery. It is of american style and sells the most delicious cakes and cakey goodies you could find this side of the pond. I personally could not decide between the decadent double chocolate or the fruits of the forest, and after my lunch I don't know if I could have done both. So after consulting the sales team and thinking chocolate might me too much on this day, fruits of the forest it was.

After this I took myself to the nearest Velib station and decided to cycle to Jardin des Plantes... it doesn't permit you to cycle through there as I found out, so took it upon myself t cycle home.... I live in the 16th, it was about 8km, easy! The cycle ride was amazing. Cycling along the River Seine, taking in all the sights that i whizzed past on the bus, running over frightened pedestrians and stopping to sit by the river and sun worship for a while. Many people had taken to the cycle lanes of Paris today including roller skaters, skate - boarders and tandemists (not the right word, but I like it)  so we became a moving community of risk takers and pedestrian haters all chatting and telling each other of where we were going and exclaiming at how beautiful the weather was.

Now I'm going to be bold here. Cycling around Paris, there is no better way to see this beautiful city. Do it. Grab a velib (fantastic things) and go! .... NOW!

beginning.

So, as one is embarking on a 'new life', it might be best to document it. 

Starting with the escapades of tourist/wannabe Parisienne life, indulging in the 'traditional' tourist sights, but getting used to the high culture and finding the hidden-gems of La Ville de Lumière. 
Here are a few moments from the first week. 

So the week started off with a cold but sunny trip to Château de Versailles (easily reached from the Centre of Paris- about 40 mins maximum by train) One very nice thing was that it was the first Sunday of the Month meaning that entrance to the Château and Gardens were freee! This also meant a lovely queue, but in the sunshine trap courtyard, with a woolly hat and a scarf this was not a problem! 

The Château itself is a spectacle! The grand, ornate rooms filled with luxuries of French aristocracy oozed with grandeur that only one could dream of. 

Unfortunately, the gardens were not in bloom, but had that cool, autumnal feel. Leaves crisping up on the trees. Leaf lined pathways in to the labyrinth of small courtyards with understated water fountains or sculptures of Greek Goddesses. Around each corner there was a surprise of some kind. Including a vendor selling mulled wine! Just what a Brit needs in the cooler Autumn afternoons!

The week was followed with many a shopping trip with stop offs for a Chocolat Chaud. After moseying down the Champs Elysée you reach the Arc de Triomph. Many people say that the best view of Paris is either from The Eiffel Tower or the Montparnasse Tower (where your view of Paris is adorned with the Eiffel Tower itself! - As well as some unsightly phone poles and cables......) I found my favourite view was from here. As you can see from the pictures, all the sights of Paris are placed in front of you. With out technology obstructing! And it seems that all roads in Paris lead to here....