I’m going to be honest. I was never that girl who dreamed for a life in Paris. You know the girl; she lives in a cute Parisian apartment, works in fashion or art, spends her weekends leisurely walking through the Jardin des Tulleries, probably with a Kitsune coffee cup in hand. And without fail silently squeals every time the Eiffel Tower twinkles (for approximately 5 minutes every hour).

However, now that I am that girl, it feels like I am in a dream. A wonderful one might i add.

As with all dreams, we know there will be the occasional nightmare, more to come on those in the future.

For now, Bonjour Paree. Thank you universe. Lets remember we all have dreams somewhere inside us that we don’t know about…until they manifest. This is mine.

Almost a decade later, I’ve decided to resurface my blog and bring you to Paris avec moi. A London girl, in Paris trying not to step in a pile of poop and pretending she can speak more French than is true.

Bisous Bisous