Late last year I returned to Paris.
The day was the perfect day for some stranger stalking. I hit the street and spent the day with a gorgeous German and handsome Australian. We chilled in the Jardin du Luxembourg and explored the flea markets of Porte de Clignancourt.
It was hot & stinky. On my last trip to Paris I spent a week during December, it snowed, it was Christmas time & was magical. The streets were empty and walking down them along was like a dream. This time around was a total contrast.
I much prefer the city in the winter time.
I was rather excited to show my dreamboat fiancé the streets of Paris, we walked until our feet stung. We met up with my German friend Mara and accidentally got really drunk the day before on Belgium beers.
Characters filled the park. Locals and tourists sunning themselves was such a sight. I felt like a real pervert taking pictures of these strangers while they napped in the sun. But they didn't mind, their eyelids remained shut in warm sunny pleasure!
The Porte de Clignancourt flea markets were a fun little adventure, a total treat for the eyes.
Mara, if you're reading this my next post is dedicated to you. You're going to hate it.