So I have been in Paris at home now for a fews days, feel so surreal, I feel like I am on holiday but then I am not… Such a strange feeling, but it feels good too but it’s kind of a readjustment. I still have lots of dream full of London stories with old work places and people, it’s funny waking up and realising it’s all over that period. I was so desperate that period to end but now it has it’s feel very weird indeed. I probably never really believed it would end. Maybe I am living the dream!? (I am!!) but that still feels kind of strange…
Anyway that’s the end of some long tirades.. and now for some culture, yesterday we went to see the new exhibition at the new very talked about Louis Vuitton foundation and the night ended in a weird (sorry for too much weirdness) tourist evening in a bateau mouche on the river Seine.
I LOVE his paintings, and look you can always find a little dog somewhere, I just find his palette so incredible and mesmerising, I could stare at his painting all day long. I am kind of obsessed. I can’t wait to see his exhibition at the Musee d’Orsay.
And to end some of the famous Eiffel photos, was such a funny experience of being on that boat full of Brazilian, kind of a one off experience and feeling a bit like a tourist in my own (old) city. But quite entertaining. Enjoy x