I heart Paris. The sounds. The smells. The language. The food. The people. The places. The clothes. Everything.

I love that I feel at home here. Love that I can walk around and feel like this is my neighbourhood. Love that Miss J and I are essentially living here – in an apartment rather than a hotel, cooking rather than eating out and writing our address on customer cards in stores.

We don’t get up at the crack of dawn and we are not doing all the touristy things. We walk off the beaten track to find places to eat and shop. Stroll through the parks instead of rushing to see everything. Eat at home and wander after dinner to find macarons and coffee. Locals.

Tonight I will paint my nails. Tomorrow Miss J will go to London. I will read French Vogue in the park. Drink coffee and peruse French Elle. And Grazia. And Marie Claire. Bliss.

We mastered the art of catching the Metro, buy cheese at our local fromagerie and shopped up a storm at the organic market. The only thing missing was a wicker basket.

I will be back. Soon I hope. I heart Paris.