Friends of ours are visiting from London this weekend and as usual, the Franglais household is totally unorganised, but aren't improvised weekends always the best? Last night we felt a bit like students again, eating take-away pizza, drinking bear and playing The Beatles Rock Band late into the night. Today, we ate Japanese "fast-food" on rue Saint Anne, took pictures on the colonnes de Buren, went window-shopping chez Colette, and drooled over hundreds of bottle of wine at Lavinia.
And while someone made a naughty purchase at 21 rue Cambon to mark her big 3-0...
...someone else spent the entire day sleeping because he was up all night teething!
