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'A few of my favourite things...'


... staying in an apartment close to the Parc des Princes
and seeing the Paris St Germain crowd excitement for the last match of the season.

For Blue Monday!

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

...or roses in a French street market in Boulonge-Billancourt
sprinkled with tennis water!

Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens

...Or the Eiffel Tower through the copper gates of the Jardin des Tuileries

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

...or smelly goats cheese

These are a few of my favourite things

...the Eiffel Tower through the sunroof of our taxi


Photo credit: M deVries-Wiering
 Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple struedels

...or Napoleon's horses celebrating victory
on the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel 

Place du Carroussel and the Louvre
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Ok so I'm not much into schnitzel 
how about a French Bistro lunch with a dear Aussie/French friend
croque madame, glass of rose and a cappuccino pour moi
salade nicoise, rose and an expresso pour elle!

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

...Or the Emirates plane overhead camera 
flying high at Roland Garros

These are a few of my favourite things

...Winning at Roland Garros

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

...or Roland Garros white frocks and Chanel gold swimsuits
Oh, the fashions and French chic!

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

...or all sorts of mascara in Galleries Lafayette

Silver white winters that melt into springs

...or chairs waiting for sunshine in front of the Tuileries Jardin pond

These are a few of my favourite things

...Pain au chocolate for breakfast

When the dog bites

...Not this tennis loving Crazy Poodle
we saw some stylish poodles in Paris but alas no photos

Anyone for tennis with our crazy poodle?
When the bee stings


Place de la concorde
When I'm feeling sad

... Never in Paris!

I simply remember my favourite things

...all of the above

Making baguettes Galleries Lafayette Food Hall

And then I don't feel so bad

... Happy Days!

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'A few of my favourite things'


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