I got to my hostel in Paris without any dramas and was halfway through checking in when Zoya and Melissa appeared. There was a lot of squealing and hugs all round, I think the receptionist was a little taken aback - but amused all the same. I dumped my pack in the four bed room I had booked and went to see Zo and Mel's room. They somehow scored a studio apartment next door to the hostel for less than I was paying for my four bed! And it had a third bed...how convenient. Slowly, over the next four days, I moved all of my stuff into their apartment - it was amazing. We could cook and hang out and have dance parties to the Glee soundtrack (which we have become obsessed with).
We went to the Eiffel Tower and the Christmas Markets on the Champs Elysees on our first night. We had crepes for dinner and chocolate covered fruit for desert...healthy!
My favourite part was lining up to get a photo with a Disney Princess. We all wanted to get our photo with Raiponce (Rapunzel) but then half way through she left and Tiana from The Princess and the Frog came out. This was fine, any Princess would make us happy. The Prince though...he was a little odd. Every single time a kid went over to get a picture with them he would smooth their scarf down...this may not sound that strange, but it looked wierd. By the time we got to the front of the line Zoya and I were in hysterics...I think Mel was slightly embarrassed. We got our photo though and were all very happy.
About half way through the day we decided to get fairyfloss. It was ridiculously big, bigger than the one Timo and I got last time. We sat down to eat it and kids kept walking past with their parents and then just stopping and staring at us with envy. The best part was when one kid stopped and Zoya just looked at him and started licking her fingers. Mean. But amazing!
I really had a great time in Paris with the ladies, I love that city! And I cant wait to see them again in just a couple of weeks for Zo's 21st birthday and Christmas!
Love to you all,
xxx.
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