Bring the wine! Cemeteries of Paris!

Yesterday was filled with a cute boy by the Eiffel Tower and a close to very weird trip to Cemeterie Pere Lachaise, which is a HUGE cemetery in the very east of Paris. It’s more like a city of the death really, with kilometres(!) of graves dating back to who knows when!
     We also did a lot of shopping, the French culture is not only wine and art, but also fashion and sheltered by Les Halles I spent to much money on clothes and BEAUTIFUL shoes. I don’t think my passion for shoes will ever cease…

      In the evening I then put on my new shoes and a dress to go out eating, leaving us with delicious (once again) Italian wine, I seriously couldn’t control myself, pasta carbonara (my favourite dish) and chocolate mousse. After all, a very good day indeed. I believe now is the time to go find a new adventure, even after 8 times in Paris there is still much to see.

Love you

Mari Clémentine

Nutella, Wine, Pizza and more Wine...

Paris was a fresh breath, it was home and when I more or less fell down on my chair after ordering my Starbucks in half French, half English (something that soon became way to usual that evening) it felt like all the times before. Relaxing and calming.

    I don’t know if it was good or bad luck that we ended up walking from the Tour Eiffel to Amalfi in the Duplex-area, but Italian pizza and wine did not hurt. After having the waiter call me the “baby” and “dolly” for the entire evening, saying “I love you” in Norwegian and ending it all by giving me a lollypop we went laughing back to metro where a puppet-man entertained us half the way back to Montmartre ( I may upload the vid later!) where a lovely man sold us Crepe Nutella and Warm Wine.

   Paris’ food and people are way too easy to enjoy and already when we arrived at the metro station a very cute French guy, came over to carry my suitcase down the stairs. Why would I ever wanna leave here?

-Mari Clémentine

Gare du WHAT?

Gare du Nord, Gare du Midi, so many train stations, so little time. Well, this morning I woke up early and immediately went to Gare du Nord, which is just up the street to get myself a Starbucks and check out the fares to Amsterdam as we are planning for a trip cross the border next week. The smell of coffee embraced me, the ticket machines didn’t and we ended up having to go to Gare du Midi instead. There we did find a timetable and a cute guy to tell us about prices and times and all was well this morning.

    The French style town of Brussels, who’s inhabitants probably don’t like me calling it French, I so cozy, so nice that walking through the streets is a nice activity in itself, even on Sundays and we even went to the viewpoint of downtown-Brussels right by Place Louisa. From there you can see both the Automium and Sacre-Coeur and it was truly wonderful. The sun was shining all day and on our way home we stopped by Paul to pick up a baguette and some macaroons. Perfect afternoon – check.

    We went out again, Brussels truly is beautiful by night, but only shortly to get some wine and eggs for dinner. So now it’s wine and The Hangover, with French voices, on the TV, what a way to spend an evening – haha.

Mari Clémentine