Two of my favourite prints plus the cutest pair of frilly socks I bought at Primark for less than a croissant. Add some sunshine, a view of the seine et voila, a perfect Paris moment. They seem to be far and few between these days here , as the years have stretched on, this city emptied out for me a little – of love, of friends and also, my bank account. I can’t help but gasp at the 10 euro coffees, filthy metros and overpriced shoeboxes I lived in for all this time. However, while expat life in Paris might be hard, it is wonderful and addictive all at the same time. I might complain about Paris from time to time, but if I hear anyone else insult the city, I will fiercely defend it. Totally hypocritical I know, but so is my love for the city. I love it, I hate it..I love to hate it, I hate to love it, I hate to hate it, but above all, I love to love it. Paris will always have my heart and I will always, always return. And now at a point in my life where I don’t have to be in the city all the time, my Barcelona breaks are a breath of fresh air, I think Paris & I might have found the perfect relationship. And no matter how high taxes are, or how rude the waiters are or how much it rains, I will relentlessly put up with all her crap…now if that’s not real love, then tell me, what is?