We arrived in Paris at around 10.30 in the morning and stumbled across a gorgeous flower market, where I allowed myself to indulge in my flower obsession. The wonderfully rich crimsons and bright yellow shades made everything feel like how spring should be; despite the fact that they were framed against a screen of bleak grey clouds and an icy air. But even through the grey sky, Paris still looked beautiful. I still was taken away by the perfect symmetry of the trees and the elegance of the little cafes. We ate lunch at a lovely restauraunt, which I am ashamed to admit was Italian, when it really should have been French! After, we walked pass the Arc de Triumph and then down Champs-Élysées.
I could not control my excitement as we passed by the pastel green coloured Laudree, which I had been dreaming about for so long. Once inside it was a very difficult decision of which macaroons and what tea to choose from the long list. I settled with four macaroons: raspberry, salted caramel, pistachio and rose petal, with a flowery berry tea with wonderful things like cherry and marigold in it. They were absolutely delicious, and the tea room was exquisite.
Gil: Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain?
Inez: Why does every city have to be in the rain? What's wonderful about getting wet?
But there is something very exciting about the rain. Paris in the rain is beautiful. It's about how it tangles with the sparkling street lights and illuminates their orange glow. The magical sound. And the wonderful feeling of the cool drops over your skin as you walk through the beautiful streets.