When Haz came to Paz.

So young Miss. Goffman my beloved and longest serving friend came to visit me last weekend for a visit filled with many chats, miles of walking and much perusing. It truly was a delight and luckily the elements were on our side with only the minor appearance of rain. During HG's short but sweet stay we managed, in no particular order: A spontaneous trip to Angelina, Galeries La Fayette, Printemps plus roof terrace, Le Bon Marché, a picnic in the Tuileries, a glimpse of the Panthéon whilst in search of cheap Chinese, general wanderings around Montmartre, the Sacre Coeur, yet another picnic with morsels of award winning baguette, a flit around Parc Monceau, a dalliance along the Champs, the Eiffel Tower, dinner at Les Cocottes, Le Marais, pitta pouches overloaded with falafel, stumbling along the cobbles of Le Marais and of course much needed slumbers in my little squat of an apartment.

please turn a blind eye to the slightly offensive curtains. 

Too good. 

HG and I couldn't actually consume the entirety of our jug in one sitting and so had to ask for a take away cup!

Rooftop view from Printemps. Always reminds me of "Ratatouille"

HG enjoying the scenic views of Paz.

Looking pretty in place de Vendome

This little bakery on Rue des Abbesses won best baguette in Paris 2010 did you know?

Montmartre musings.

Urm. Where is it?

Nothing quite completes an afternoon in Paris than a rather raucous manifestation. They were chanting and all but for what we weren't entirely sure. 

This just had to be done. 

Self timer fail. Possibly my favourite picture from the weekend though. 

A lovely lady took pity on our self-timing blunder and offered to be photographer. Bless. 

Jump of joy. 

Take 1.

Take 2.

Third time lucky!

I'd like to thank the cherub face that is HG for coming to visit me and keeping me in such wonderful company for four days. Visitors are just the best and it allows me to do, see and experience new things but also consolidate places that i already know by introducing them to my guests. I'd also like to apologise to for my cluelessness at times, "what Rue are we on?" seems to become my favourite catch phrase when in search of places I thought I knew the location of! HG was ever so patient as always though. She's the best.