So here is the start of what will most likely be a lengthy blog post! We flew to London then traveled to Paris, Cannes and Monte Carlo. At times, my memory is a little foggy - because as my baby whined...I drank! Hence ...my days of whine and rosés...since I either consumed a daily glass (or 2) of champagne or wine in the blush colored hue. Pardon my recollection of certain points of interest. I figured a splashy cool photo will suffice in the way of words (smile).
We did all the touristy stuff first...
Boat ride along the Thames River
Floral Elephant at Harrod's
My bounty from Pierre Herme!
The Union Jack
Large floral centerpiece at the Claridge's Hotel
Not sure of the significance of the bottle but I liked the shot.
Tea at the Ritz...had to try at least once!
(the atmosphere.....oh so fancy)
Spoken words heard while in London (and it gives me a giggle every time I think about this):
Hotel Clerk: "Whoopsie Daisies" as he was speaking to another employee. Love that saying.
Well-dressed man on sidewalk, mid-50s, just about to get off the phone: "Talk to you soon...tootaloo"
I crack up every time I think about that.
Tootaloo London....now chunnel to Paris next!
Two hours later via the chunnel from London we arrive in beautiful Paris. This city to me, is the most stunning, captivating and romantic of all cities in the world. Everywhere you look - there is a point of interest, architectural detail, lovely garden, alluring street scene, vivid flowers, something - all waiting to be photographed - or captured somehow. While a lot of images are stored in my mind, here's a taste of what I captured on film.
French flags hang over a door...seen walking towards my candle store (below)
Walking through Luxembourg Gardens
According to my husband...not everyone does (he thinks they're too sweet)-
My Ladureé lovies...
After fueling up and on a saccharine high, it's off to see some fashion!
Pointing to my wine...to the left....out of baby's reach, I mean, spillage capability. I am a very protective mother:).
Isn't this just wrong? Gotta love Paris. Baby is riding freestyle in the cab!
(For some reason, I am thinking about this scene in Dumb & Dumber... Perhaps it's because I equate the wealth and ostentation of Monte Carlo to the abundance Lloyd refers to when speaking about "Aspen")
Lloyd: What the hell are we doing here, Harry? We gotta get out of this town!
Harry: Oh yeah, and go where? Where are we gonna go?
Lloyd: I'll tell you where. Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talking about a little place called Aspen.
Harry: Oh, I don't know, Lloyd. The French are assholes.
ANYWAYS....... where was I going with that? Round and round my brain goes...where it stops, nobody knows (sometimes).
We drove from Cannes to Monte Carlo which isn't a terribly long drive. Like I mentioned in my previous post...stop off in Cap Ferrat... and check out that smashing hotel. You won't be sorry, I promise! So here we are ... Monte Carlo.
Right outside the Hotel De Paris...it was like a car show at all times....
The beach club we had access to for land and sea adventures. I did a triple lindy off the high dive. You believe me, don't you?
I spy...what is that? Oh, yet ANO-THER glass of blush colored wine hitting my lips. Ahem.
That's all folks! I'm tired. Phew.
Stay tuned for my food-gasm blog of all the delectable dishes we ordered along our travels. My husband is channeling Anthony Bourdain-gastronomy and travel-wise so that inspires alot of our food snaps.