Hi guys!

Last night I got back from a whirlwind trip to France to visit my little sis. (She’s currently living in Lille with her new-ish boyf, a Frenchie). While there, she spoiled me rotten with a visit to a Moroccan hamman and shopping sprees that included a pit stop in Hermes. We also spent a few days in Paris in a fancy li’l hotel on the Champs Elysees to check out a show at the Lido (think the Moulin Rouge, but with better champagne) before wrapping things up with two days in Euro Disney!

I’d love to show you piccies but I left my camera at a restaurant in the theme park. (I blame my los kop-ness on the fact that I was distracted by a singing and dancing anamatronic rat at the time. Also, I was permanently ‘Marilyn-ing’ on a merry mix of champers and Ad-codol, ‘cos as much as I love the bubbly, it always results in a killer headache, the kind I totally ignore and drown out with more pills…) When I get it back (my sis has promised to courier it), I’ll give you more deets regarding my trip. In the meanwhile, I can tell you this: right now, every European fashionista is clad in snake skin. Big black puffy anoraks are also du jour as well as fur gillettes and suede heeled ankle boots. Also, le hipster kids have ditched their teensy iPod earphones for HUGE old school headphones.

Other things I picked up in France? You don’t put Tabasco on oysters – just lemon; never dip your bread into your soup with your hands (only a fork is okay) and tooth picks on the table as well as drinking directly from the can is ‘kommon‘. Also, the French view Moet & Chandon the same way we look at JC Le Roux so we drank bottle after bottle of some other fancy shizz I’ve forgotten the name of. Oh! And people dip their pain au chocolat (a croissant with choccie streaked through it) directly into their hot chocolate or capuccinos and eat them like we’d do a rusk. Tres delish, but oh so bad for le waistline. In fact, I ate so many pastries and macaroons that you can now screen IMAX off my ass. Was totes worth it though… 

Anyway, like I said, I’ll tell you more about it when I get my camera back. Got a few cute snaps to show you including a pic of my sister’s boyf’s family castle (yes, really… would love to reveal more about him, but have been sworn to silence for privacy reasons) and a shot of macaroons making their way around a sushi conveyer belt – there really was no way to avoid them…

Love, love

Leigh 

P.S. Mands, I’m missing you like crazy. Plakked our ‘Tower of Terror’ snap up on the fridge and it made me bawl. Thank you so much for a trip of a lifetime. I love you lots and lots and lots and lots…