Sitting on ave Marceau at Noura where i call it Flebanese food (fake Lebo), still a bit jetlagged, I feel SO happy, despite my exhaustion. Just having left the trocadero where Anna and I sat for hours staring at the Eiffel, I just did a quickie @ the YS! Museum and nearly melted. Love quickies, hello! So last minute measures called for last minute bookings on tablet hotels.com. The only fancy thing about this expensive hole In the wall was its location, situated off the glam ave Foch. It’s been a lot of walking as pernthe norm, but I still feel swollen, ew! So from the minute we arrived it’s been non stop. Tuesday night after flying 14hours to get here, we went to see Shakira for her last concert of her euro tour. We were back stage which was exciting and standing in front of the closest viewers, legit in front of the stage. Joaquin, the ex bodyguard of Edward Nieto is now the chief bodyguard of S, took care of us beyond. Us meaning Rostom MB and Anna. The show was mediocre because she was NOT singing, bet lip-syncing. Her old songs were to die for like Ciego Sordomuda. Couldn’t help but belt it out. La Gringa Fabulosa! Right after, the Veuve Cliquoted up Rostom dragged us to Baron on Ave Marceau where i think it was gay night, and the dj was spinning Mary Poppins. Hideous, hence my early departure back to Mon Hotel sans Mon Bebs where I fully passed out… So due to Paris being I’m high season, were moving hotels tonight to hotel Sezz, I pray it’s lovely. I am leaving tomorrow and am VVV excited. Maybe to Viareggio maybe Beirut, it’s up In the air… Keep u posted!
So, one day later, I’m still in Paris. I call myself a Paris-ite, although I’d really like to take another one home with me from Beirut. Speaking of Beirut, I’m leaving Sunday to my city of non dreams! No dreams there for me, but imb beyond happy to go! My only dream there is my prince who I can’t wait to be with him in the city he was raised in and even see his dad aka hitler. We love faux hitlersito. Anyhow, from landing n the sea surrounded by mountains to seeing my friends OUI OUI OUI, I’m happy. Although i love Paris for it’s grand architecture, art, history and some of it’s culture, I am happy to be jetting out of here. So yesterday Anna and i moved hotels to Hotel Sezz. It is located in the 16th arr, which until yesterday, I did not realize how big it is! I must say that this hotel is really damn cute! The location is NOT my favorite but the room is superb, the staff is lovely, it’s immaculate and ALOT of closet space for a traveller like MOI. So yesterday Anna and. Became friendly with YAN’ who so kindly recommended a cool ass resto in the 10th, he told us it was a local joint, and indeed it was! It was really divine, the waiters were gorgeous hipsters who looked like they were flown over from Brooklyn. That whole Brooklyn hipster look has gone global, because it ended up at my table at ‘les enfants perdus’. Anyhow the food was as eccentric and delicious as the Brooklyn-esque wait staff. It was really out of a film, I so envisioned a scene happening from that Film w richard gere where his wife has an affair in the restaurant and in the apt in NYC, hottest sex scenes ever. Forget the name of the film… But was SO that kind of scene-setting. But I of course would never cheat on my husband, so that’s just a fantasy. Anyhow, at Renoma cafe-shop on ave George V, cute joint… Rainy outside, and what better to keep me in style than my thigh high Sergio Rossi rain boots. Check in lata, xx
