A Christmassy feel

For me this weekend was the first weekend where I've begun to feel all cosy and wintery which inevitably makes me think of Christmas. On Saturday Lydia and I went to the Centre Pompidou which has the largest modern art gallery inside. I'm not much of an art appreciator as I think I said in an early post but I really didn't get most of the things that were in here. The section we saw seemed to be feminist artwork where some complained about how women could only get into an art gallery if they were a naked subject for a piece, but then a lot of these feminist artists use naked women themselves. And then there was a weird film where some men chopped off the head of a chicken and then a naked woman stood against a wall holding the flailing headless chicken upside down. Hmm, bizarre. After that we had a decadent afternoon tea in a cafe opposite with hot chocolate which was so thick you ate it with a spoon. I had orange and cinnamon flavour with an amaretto ice cream. One of the best things I've ever tasted. This was the start of the Christmassy feeling as a huge storm was developing overhead too and hoards of pigeons were swooping around the Centre. It was very exciting.

In the evening we went to a club called Djoon which was playing Motown music. It was cool, it was really busy and it was so much fun to have a dance as I haven't been out in so so long. It ended up being a late one though- we didn't get back to Lydia's room until about 6. Oh la la.

After a late start the next day and being treated to croissants in bed, Lydia and I eventually made it out for a wander around the Grands Boulevards and Passages. They're such pretty old shopping arcades. The first one we went into was the more upmarket side of it with lots of expensive clothes shops and book shops and the like. The next ones we found were a bit more higgledy piggledy, there was one shop which seemed to be selling old toys and bits and bobs from decades ago but which weren't manufactured anyway. Weird. We then stopped for for a lovely cup of tea and a biscuit in a lovely French patisserie. Oo j'adore les gateaux français.



Imagine if this was the steps up to your apartment. Ah je souhaite.

















This was the gallery vivienne, super joli and tres chic.






























It's now the half term holidays so I've got a week of looking after the girls. Wish me luck.