Things I'm dreaming about - Paris

In case you hadn't heard me banging on about it all this week, I'm sick. Well, I have a cold but I haven't done anything for three days and I'm going stir crazy. Pauline from We Are Social just emailed me asking if I wanted to try and win a trip to Paris with Le Nouveau. And y'know, I kinda do. That would make me smiley and it'll give me something to do instead of being sick and grumpy. I just have to write a blog post about my dream Paris trip (if any of you get shirty about this being 'sponsored content', I'll sneeze on you). As some of you know, I've been to Paris recently, but I didn't really get to see any of it. I'd love to go back and explore more.

And I know there's all sorts of really important stuff in Paris - the Louvre and things like that. But I just like walking around new places. Nosing down little cobbled street and looking for something of nothing. I like getting lost in cities. I always seem to find the most interesting places when I'm lost.

But, whilst I'm getting lost, there's some things I'd definitely like to be doing whilst I'm here. And for the benefits of not blathering on about how stunning Paris is, and the fact I think the Lemsip effects are wearing off, here's a little bullet point list of things I'd do if I had a spare grand to spend in Paris.

• Macarons! Yummy yummy macarons! I don't just want to eat them, and buy them, and then eat those on the train home, I want to learn how to make them! Because mine come out all cracked. They're yummy and pretty and perfect so I'd love to do a little pastry course.
  
• I very much want to stay here. Because haven't you always wanted a tailored scent wafted through the air con of your hotel room? No? Just me?
• I'd quite like to stay here as well, but it's £900 a night. Ouch. But, it is like your own little personal hotel and that would be fun.
• The Moulin Rouge! I caught a glimpse of the famous club whilst on my way back to the station. In my head, it's exactly like it is in the film. Don't any of you ruin it by telling me otherwise.
  
  
  
• Y'know, my next trip to Paris had better include me walking to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Yes I know it's a very very very long way and I'm very very very unfit. I don't care. You can stay at the bottom if you want. As long as you promise to take a photo of me at the top.
• I'd pop to Antoine Et Lili and snap up all of their lovely dresses. Their website is fun.
• Try on fancy designer clothes. Because, y'know, that's fun even if you can't afford them. I definitely should not try on Chanel. No. That would be bad of me. I'll end up robbing banks or something. But some new shoes whilst wondering about is pretty likely.
  
• Little tiny bistros. That's exciting too. Just little tiny places to eat yummy food. In my head, they play the accordion in the corner and everything is drenched in red wine sauce. Yummy.

But honestly, exploring and walking along the river, popping into little shops and bakeries and playing around. Sitting under the Eiffel Tower and kinda being in awe of how beautiful it is (really, look at the lines of the structure and tell me it's not the sexiest tower ever). All of Paris is sexy, isn't it? Maybe I'll wear hats in Paris, and red lipstick, and look all mysterious. Parisian chic is one of those things that isn't a myth. Which is really rather annoying because in reality, I'll be all red in the face from climbing the Eiffel Tower, my new shoes will be pinching my feet and I'll have macaron crumbs all over my pretty new dress.

But that'll be all sorts of fun. Not chic, but definitely fun.

Flickr image from tibchris' photostream.