Pariiii

I'm back in Paris for the first time this year. And it sure feels different. Very nostalgic in some creepy but nice kind of way. I just can seem to decide whether I am done with this city or not.. Who said I have to choose anyways?

Right now I am extremely tired after a looong day with not enought hours to sleep. After having switched metro lines three times I was sweating and feeling a little bit mal placé with my big suitcase, I managed to enter into the wrong building and got quite frustrated when I didn't find the French/Swedish names on the interphone. When I finally got out again I saw my friend Carola standing on her balcony with her long blond hair and biiig smile waiving at me.

Carola married her long time French boyfriend Olivier last summer, and the couple lives in a spacious trois pièce by Canal Saint Martin. The apartment has a balcony with a view of the canal, which gives an amazing feelig when in the living room since you have view of water... in central Paris! Right now the many streetlights are reflecting in the water and I could just sit and stare at it - I could if I wasn't soo crazy tired.

Tomorrow we can do a grâce matinée before heading to the airport Charles de Gaulle. There is a slight chance that Carola can bring me with her into the secretive Cité Air de France building, where all the fancy classy AF-crews are hanging out. After that, inchallah, I will get a seat at her 12 hour flight (yes you read right!!!! 12 hours!) down to Mauritius.

But all that is tomorrow. Now I am just reay to lay by head down on my pillow and get some well-deserved rest. And maybe dream about the café crème and croissant that I am planning on having for breakfast tomorrow morning at the brasserie down at the corner.