Paris….2 weeks before Christmas.
Slick, cold and damp and beyond stylish.
Business & Plaisir…
Even the Christmas decos ‘ve got panache in that city. Pas grande surprise that I burnt ma carte credite to cinders….The delicious Bon Marche foto’d below - the entire store was illuminated in my fave hue, see Essie nail varnish and indulgent new biz cards.
Throw in a very sweaty night of live salsa c/o Cuban maestro Tito Fuentes at the New Morning jazz club, Tito and 21 band members on a tiny stage. The King of Latino rocks, the dudes on the sax were mesmerising.
We shook our stuff for hours on end and forgot the world prior, see Les Petites.
I got twirled and twirled and twirled again. A truly latin, sizzling night, as were the rum cocktails at Le Baron afterwards; the place was swelling with hungry and trashed modeles. Lots of attention on yours truly – had to point that out as am (clearly) over 18 and not anorexic so well delighted..
And all this while staying with the hottest Parisienne in town, Francoise Spiekermeier with a wardrobe, a black and white movie set style loft and Bonnie and Clyde (cats) – to die for (Metro Alesia). She was an unbelievable hostess – made me amazing food, plied me with champagne and vin rouge and took us out to the concert of a lifetime.
The oysters were a marvel at Le Relais in St Germain, utterly Parisian bistro with great winter grub, Hot chocolate damn good (but not as good as the one in Seville last month) at Angelina.
Terrible meal at the hip Cafe Marly at The Louvre, followed by a brandy at Le Fumoir. Not to be too dull, but that Metro seriously works well…Have never visited the place without returning to ogle Monet’s masterpieces at the Orangerie in the Tuileries, even with nausea bug and all my luggage and laptop that wasnt really required on the trip…funnily enough. Moody Parisian security were not amused at luggage…Loving the liquid-free-travel dramas on Eurostar too.
Managed to squeeze in 2 x new client meetings, one due to start March ’11 – nice start to new year JRPR!