Girlie Paris Weekender

A girlie weekender à Paris called for a shabby chic hotel. Straight off the train, we walked further than we thought we'd have to, dragging our bags and into the bustling restaurant reception of Hotel Amour. The room wasn't ready so we dropped our bags, were promised an upgrade and set off on our way to Montmartre.

We only had 24 hours in Paris, so there was no time to be lost. Five hours of walking, a fromage et charcuterie plate and face full of wine later we came back to the hotel. 

When they said 'upgraded', what they didn't say was 'upgraded to a room that contains over 200 disco balls and the same number of pornographic polaroids.' Baaaah ouai!

The view from the hotel was as impressive as the room itself (although in a very different way). 

Dinner was at Aux Deux Amis on Rue Oberkampf - we were pretty pleased with the name and thought we would give it a try. Aux Deux amis has an extensive wine list, though if your experience is like ours you will not be allowed to choose your own. The rather charming sommelier made his recommendation based on what we were eating and it was very nice indeed. The food menu changes daily but can be relied upon to have a fantastic selection of fish, meat and veggies.

Rare boeuf with capers

Guinnea Fowl in broth

Creamed leeks with squash and chestnuts

Bream tartare with beetroot and creme fraiche 

Poached pear in custard

As usual Anna and I got asked if we were sisters everywhere we went. 

For afters we walked to Mary Celeste for their legendary cocktail list. It did not disappoint.

When we were sufficiently boozed up, we grabbed a taxi to Dirty Dick; the Paris Tiki Bar that swallows you whole, cover you in coconut juice and rum and then spits you back into the night.

The ones that come still in the coconut were too sweet for me, so I opted for a take on a Caipirinhia which was excellent. Meanwhile Anna went all out.

We went on to the club opposite after a few hours. Luckly by that time I had forgotten to carry on photographing. This tiger's face says it all. 

The next morning was a bit of a blurr until we found pastry mecca.

The macaroons are serious. I didn't photograph the croissants - I didn't have time to before I had eaten them all. Whoops.

We wandered until our legs couldn't carry us any further...

When day turned to dusk we went back to the hotel to grab our bags and a bite (their burgers are great) and got back onto the Eurostar home. Bliss.

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