Paris; The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love…
Paris , the city of love. I was there to meet a great love of mine, my bestie babe, Bat - a nickname acquired long ago that’s since been etched, permanently, on our skin. Seeing her run along the train platform to envelop me in a big hug remains a highlight of my year. Platonic love is arguably the truest form of love. We stayed in the bohemian district, Montmartre, in the cutest (air bnb) apartment, with a private balcony, a tiny lift and the inability to see the ground while peering out the bathroom window from the 6th floor. Our first dinner ended up being buttery crepes full of veg, in a wee place down some stairs, in a cobbled alley, where most tables came with a chess board and the chairs were rickety. It was delicious, as were we as we noticed a few mosquitoes eyeing us up. I was woken up by Bat, on the hunt for a mosquito that was whining around our heads, luckily -after a few crashes and choice words- she vanquished the beast and we returned to the land of nod. Coffee &