Sometimes a day should have more than 24 hours. Well, that’s how it feels lately as I race from one appointment to the next and try hopelessly to squeeze in all the undone things between dawn and dusk.
Not that I’m complaining. If there was only enough time to fit in one outing over the course of a week I’d still be as pleased as punch.
Because this is Paris after all.
It’s impressive what one can squeeze into 12 hours if they set their mind to it, so I’m a runnin’. Over the next week or so this Intolerant’s posts will cover:
* Vintage clothes shopping in the Marais (you will thank me for this, trust me).
* A couple of uncommon museums and galleries (read: not the Louvre) worth checking out.
That kicks off in 72 hours though. Until then, there’s plenty of chocolate to eat, glasses to raise and fun to be had.
Wishing everyone a most fabulous weekend, wherever you are!