Being parisienne

Back home in London. Must admit im dreaming of a quieter autumn life now with candles, blankets and tea. Yes, totally buying into the idea. I love fall. And it means Christmas is just around the corner. And we all know how I feel about Christmas (grinning like an idiot 

and contemplating how many gifts I can bring this year). 
France was lovely though and we had an amazing time at Jeans place. I took pretty much all my pictures on the camera so it will have to wait. 
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This is us arriving 
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Mid party (yes, I brought all the glowsticks) 
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And leaving saying goodbye to the castle.
It was as fun and crazy as last year and Jean’s parents hosted us for 3 days. Heroes. We stayed up late, slept most of the day and spent hours by the bonfire trying to find songs all us different nationalities could sing. 
On the way back to Paris the car broke down 
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We were stuck in the middle of the countryside. 
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George and I stayed away from the french instructions, trust me, that was for the best. George is becoming a massive potter fan and can’t stop reading stranded in french countryside or not. 
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Eventually we got taken to a station hoping a train would pass by. 
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Taking some sexy child pose photos while we wait. 
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Eventually the train came and took us back to Paris. Celebrating that with McDonald in this Mecca of food. Don’t say george don’t treat me.
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We schlepped our asses over the jeans grandmas flat in central Paris and strolled the streets for a bit just enjoying the street life. On nights like those I don’t actually hate Paris :). 
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Paris is the perfect size for Bulgarian mountain men. 
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On Monday morning we made sure to not miss out on this years most important happening – GoT season finale. Being Paris don’t stop the world from happening.
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Once done we left the house, checked out George’s favourite building 
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Found a book tree (I want one!!!) 
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And read some more Harry Potter. Because you know, massive fan. 
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Paris gave us a sweltering hot, lovely summer day and I got to eat all the ice cream I wanted. That’s the dream guys.
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We met up with jean and Natalia and walked some more. Jean being an excellent guide taking us to our goal. 
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Dinner at our new friend Louis place. I had ceviche for starter and steak for dinner. Might have been in food heaven. 
After all the food, and the most sweaty asses in the world (who puts leather seats on chairs in 30 degree heat?) we rolled home to get some sleep before early train back to London. 
And that is the last of the bank holiday weekends before Christmas. But first, all the candles and blankets and nights on the sofa. 

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