Well readers, this post is 11 months overdue, but with the busy year I’ve had, it’s the first chance I’ve had to sit, reflect and reminisce about our week in Paris.

Paris, the city of love, is a magical city. Whilst I’m more partial towards Barcelona, I cannot help but fall in love with the city and embrace its beauty. Even the snow-drenched boots, overpriced cafes and cold weather could not take away from the wonderful time we had there. We also got to catch up with one of our best friends, who now lives in London, and see the sites as an unstoppable trio.

We spent the week doing all the touristy things that one must do in Paris: Moulin Rouge, the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Notre Dame, etc. We even got to visit an exhibition of one of my favourite artists, Salvador Dalí. But one thing that isn’t mentioned as often in the tour guides that I must insist all visitors do, is have a chocolate eclair. I fell in love with these babies 10 years ago on my first visit and cannot visit Paris without getting one each time. It is unlike any eclair you will ever taste (and if anyone should have authority on these things, it is Princess TimTam/Chocolate Fatty right here!)

And while some details of the trip fade over time, it is things like the chocolate eclairs, the feeling of awe when looking up at the Eiffel Tower all lit up and the wonderful time spent with my love and friends that will never leave. Even in the midst of returning to normality and undertaking a hectic year of studies and work, I enjoy taking time out to remember everything we did, saw and tasted during our whirlwind trip. And now, whilst sitting on a bus to start my next adventure, I think to myself, “No matter what happens, we’ll always have Paris” (and Bordeaux, Carcassonne, Barcelona, Madrid, Cádiz, Córdoba, Seville, Granada, Ibiza and Valencia)….