This week was spent in between London and Paris. For once, I went back to Paris without too much of a hectic schedule, although somehow it seemed like every single minute of my three days there was occupied. Between work commitments, catching up with friends and enjoying a bit of me time in my hometown, it felt like 5 minutes have passed between the moment I set foot in Gare du Nord and when it was time to leave again. I suppose such is life when you choose to live somewhere else. Life becomes a strange limbo where you constantly miss somewhere or someone.
I am back home in London now, with a frown that would make Grumpy Cat envious, a cold and a pretty manic week ahead. How is your week looking so far?
Paris street art rue de Buzenval
Brunch at the Gilbert Scott
Post cycle matcha snack at Aki in Paris
Salmon tartare at Café Marly in Paris
A new addition to the family
A very sad sight in Notting Hill
What I wore for brunch