
Last weekend I was
lucky enough to be taken away for the weekend to celebrate my mum’s 50th
birthday. I first went to Paris when I was 15 and it is difficult for me not to
want to go back to a city ridden with large collections of art and beautiful food.
Having visited the
main tourists attractions before it was really enjoyable to just wander round
the city and peer into shop windows and take it all in. Even watching people
park their cars was entertainment in itself. Cars were parked in any space they
could find and it was not uncommon to see someone casually crash into another
car and then walk away as if it was the most normal thing.

The thing I was most
excited for was the food and wine. In my flat we seem to over indulge every
weekend but this did not stop me delicately stuffing my face with macarons and
croissants. The thing I like about French food is the attention to flavour.
Every sauce is made up of the most amazing produce and reduced to something
rich and delicious. The pastries are so carefully constructed and displayed in
the large glass cases that make them look even more precious. On the Saturday
evening we went to a small French bistro that served the best soup I have ever
tasted.

I can honestly say
that despite the extensiveness of my consumption of food that weekend, I did not
go back to university feeling guilty at all! I think it is almost rude to go to
Paris and not over indulge. No doubt I will maintain the same mentality every
time I go to Paris, ignoring my ever-growing waistline and continuing to taste
test every macaron in Paris.