We took the Eurostar to Paris, in the company of five fiendishly loud children. Their parents seemed unperturbed by the constant uproar. I didn’t share their apathy, and spent the whole time wishing gorgeous blogger Kate were there to get the situation under control. I noticed yesterday that she doesn’t brook any nonsense from chair kickers and toy hurlers. I can’t imagine what she would make of “Simon Says” players.
We made up for it with a lovely dinner with our friend Tom at Les Ombres at the top of the Musee du Quai Branly, which has a magnificent view of the Eiffel Tower. Thanks for picking such a great place, Tom!
As a bonus, my passive-aggressive tweets about the naughty children attracted the attention of our friend Isabelle, the queen of candy, who just so happened to be in Paris too. We met up with her for drinks at La Palette.
After one too many glasses of wine, MrB and I paused by some fleurs to take a photo of my latest Francis dress. Because the London ladies teased me for my same-in-every-photo smile, I have toned it down to a smirk. BUT I AM SMILING INSIDE, BITCHES!