Darlings one woke to find that it was all a dream. Having utterly convinced oneself that a stroll down the Champs Èlysèes before breakfast is the order of the day one is more than a little disappointed.
J’adore Paris.
It has been too long. Did I ever tell you the one about being trapped in the loo at the Ritz??? Non?
Mr.Lee and I were having a glass of fizz on the terrace when one excused oneself to powder ones nose.
Another glass was quaffed and my husband thought I’d been rather a long time. Really???? So went to investigate.( eventually). The room being entirely encased with mirrors and gilt it was impossible to find the door. A fraught 10 minutes of pushing the walls with ones palms ensued mon release.
Of course this could have happened to anyone fuelled with Champagne but next time I’m taking a girlfriend with me!
Apricot robes and tinted bath linens. So becoming to a woman’s complexion .
Incredibly exhausting shopping , incredibly hard to resist.
Don’t let fatigue show in ones face darlings. Do as the Ritz and have apricot silk lampshades for added bloom.
Another day, another dog.
No Lulu, you wouldn’t like it.
Mais oui, thou shalt have a maid.
And a Kate torchere.
Naturellement.
