I thought I’d try and ease everyone (mainly myself) into this whole new-working blog thing with a nice post of pictures from my trip to Paris last Autumn. After a long morning of many different types of train delays, we were lucky enough to hop onto a Eurostar only two hours after the one we missed and had a lovely three days in Paris. Ranging for six hours worth of open top bus tours to staying literally right around the corner from the Moulin Rouge, I wish I could relive those three days so much. I don’t mean to get soppy, but it was perhaps my favourite three days in my whole life. Not only because of where we were, but because it was three days of continuous laughter with my two bestest friends on the whole planet (cringe and continue, reader…)