Topshop blazer and wedges, Asos sheer top worn over AA tank, River Island crochet shorts.
After a week of traipsing through Frankfurt, Paris, and Bourgogne with the family, the boy and I were left to our own devices for the last two days of our trip. Our appetites for Parisian living had not been fully satisfied, so we booked into a minuscule boutique hotel and leisurely explored our nostalgic surroundings. Hours were spent searching for a single restaurant (where we ate on our first trip to Paris together), and unearthing new charming hangouts. I devoured the perfect French onion soup, stumbled through cobblestone alleys, splurged on lethal cocktails at The Experimental (pictured above), made constant stops for fresh strawberries and pastries, relished in afternoon naps, and remembered why I love rose on ice. It feels slightly weird to be burrowed in my own bed on a Friday night, but in a very good way.
