The Reeve Guide To... Paris - Day 4

There is nothing quite like waking up to fresh coffee in the morning. Honestly, I think if every person had a pot brewing in the morning there wouldn't be war. Anyway, off the point there. This coffee this morning was particularly special; we had breakfast in the The 2 Moulins Café. THE CAFE WHERE AMELIE WORKED. Being one of my top 5 favourite  films ever I think it would have been near impossible for us not to go there, especially as it was 5 minutes from our apartment. In the cafe itself there was a huge movie poster signed by the director/actress (I can't remember, I think my eyesight or memory is going, to be honest, probably both) and aptly named dishes such as the 'taste of Amelie' which consisted of coffee and crembrule. Charming.

After a massive breakfast, and after Alex has suitably demolished the left overs on everyone's plates, we had to pack up and leave. Even now, I have the strangest feeling I've left something behind...
And so we began the trek, cases in hand, to the Gard du Nord. Obviously, making detours in various bolongaries to buy gifts of macaroons for relatives (you can't beat them, I promise you) and more of the delicious tiger buns for the train journey.

Then, oh and then, my mum found the most amazing fabric and habbidashery emporium I have ever seen. Material in every colour and  texture, and for every occasion. How could I resist? (Side note - it was mega cheap and I'm easily persuaded) I ended up buying some ridiculous satin, pattern wise think Hawaiian shirt. Who wears satin any more?!  Let alone Hawaiian prints?! Well, me shortly, once I've worked out what I'm going to do with it. A skirt? Maybe? I don't even care. I'll wear it as a head dress if I have to. 

With gleeful faces we walked the last leg of the journey. An hour early, we stopped at McDonald's. French McDonald's is properly fancy. Coffee in actual cups and saucers and a box of macaroons (which quickly became McMacoroons, my dad, full of puns). I think its definitely the little things like cups and saucers in fast food chain restaurants that make me a little over excited. Oh Paris, you bring the best out of everything.

Departure. Urgh. I'm writing this on the Eurostar as we speed through miles and miles of flat fields and farmland. It's a bit odd, thinking about it. In less than 2 hours I'll be in Ebbsfleet and everything that has happened in the last 4 or so days won't be daily occurrence any more but an anecdotes or photo.

I think I've worked out what I left in Paris. I left my heart in Paris.
Until next time,
Josie