I arrive in Paris this morning (gotta love the Eurostar…two hours and you are golden) and after an extended wait to store my oversized luggage in the left luggage area on Gare du Nord (apparently I’m not very unique and wanted to do the same thing as everyone else today) I was on the Metro and walking around the Louvre. My first stop however was for lunch…it was ridiculously yummy. Why you ask? Because I had an unexpected night out with a great friend of mine last night in London. And it was a pretty big night out – complete with dance club in Shoreditch until 2AM. So, after missing my alarm but magically waiting up at 7:45AM in time to get myself out the door and on the train, trekking out to St. Pancras and getting onto the overcrowded train, I was in desperate need for some comfort. This took the form of a classic french-twisted cheeseburger (omg…it was so good. I ordered it medium rare and have never tasted a burger so gooey without being hard to eat) and a glass of Medoc (which whey of course serve in gorgeous little glasses so that you aren’t overwhelmed – good call given what I was doing 12 hours previous). It was a beautiful day in Paris so I was able to sit at a cafe outside and enjoy the..erm – cars driving by.
I am down in Paris for the week for a program that my company has sponsored me for in partnership with INSEAD business school. I’ll be trying gorgeous wines and wonderful food all week so expect to hear more from me soon.. I will end with this: Having men stop you on the street or in a cafe just to tell you that you are beautiful….yeah it feels pretty good and reminds you that there is just something wonderful about the French…
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