This weekend I returned to the weekend break – god what a brilliant thing it can be. Bridget of Bridget Jones fame did go on about weekend breaks but boy are they cool things and certainly peculiar to Europe. This being said I would like to think we were less like Bridget and more like the ‘sex and the city’ foursome.
We are four friends who met in the Cambridge but arrived in Paris by train from London & Amsterdam, by plane from Madrid. And all of us from different countries – Spain, Italy, England and Australia. I think that you can be lucky with the people that you meet – and I do think that I have been lucky beyond belief with the friends that I have at home and now in Europe.
The weekend passed as we ate, shopped and wandered around Paris. We did get just a tiny bit lost in the Marais but really there are worse things, and discovered some rather …. well…. I think it was lingerie .. it did look more like gold rope but hey each to their own in that area in France I suspect.
We caught up on the last few months since we left our cloistered existence in Cambridge, on the top of the Pompidou centre we sipped champagne and I certainly learned more about how these amazing women think.
And just in case you were wondering – my French still sucks!
