Sweet treat: When looking for black gold we struck silver.
Oh Paris. I think it's time I visited you again. Maybe it's the cold, wet, grey London weather that has me hankering for Paris in the Springtime. Or maybe it was the trip my friends made over Valentines weekend that got me jealous. Maybe it's my Parisian housemate's wonderful accent.
Last Spring my sister and I stayed in a wonderful apartment in Montmartre. It was perfect - except for the lack of coffee. The morning we arrived we searched high and low for sweet caffeine. But when we found none we settled for tea instead. Not being big tea fans we were slightly put out, in fact I was gagging for an espresso, when we found hidden in the back of the top cupboard the most wonderful silver teapot and fine bone china cup and saucers. It certainly made up for any caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Nothing a Laduree macaroon didn't fix.
Must be time I paid the Eurostar site a visit.