Fragments and snapshots of my weekend. Escaping out into the midnight hours adorned in a glittery star headband with rings and face paint to match. Running across bridges in hysterics with friends. Waking up to a bundle of orange roses. Hiding underneath thick scarves, warming up with polka dot mugs of tea. And between all this, hours of phone calls with old friends, delicious hours in bed reading on my ipad and walks in cold stormy parks with pretty boys that make me smile. Paris is the good life – and each weekend just gets better.