I didn't delve any further into that trip I took to Paris at the end of January, did I? I think I'll show you the snaps then.
Upon my arrival Joanna had prepared a lovely pasta dinner.
Afterwards I unpacked my map of the United States and we finalised some destinations for our trip.
The flat, owned by Joanna's family was typically Parisian in that slightly outdated yet cosy and full of interesting trinkets and crockery kind of way.
Jim Morrisson's grave.
Our eveningly ritual.
View from the flat window. You can't see it here but the peak of Sacre Coeur was also visible.
The famous Galerie des Glaces at Versailles.
It was beautifully sunny when we arrived.
But it turned bleak as we explored the grounds and The Hameau de la Reine
we met some french guys at a bar in the latin quarter and they wrote naughty phrases in my guidebook.
view from the pompidou
Joanna at the vintage store 'Come on Eileen' which we found to be most overpriced and disappointing.
atop the arc de triomphe.
joanna having a sneaky cig out the window.