Long sleep ins...late, late nights...writing, reading, writing...cafes, cafes, cafes. It must have been Bec’s influence cause we almost seemed a bit like locals, especially chilling out in local cafes here & there. We did lots of walking, mostly to St Germain to check out shopping opportunities, or cute little cafes. A very relaxed, artistic existence – just what we both wanted here.
One day we found a little cafe which served coffees from all over the world. Unfortunately we stumbled upon this late in the afternoon & because of the strength of the coffees, we were both bouncing off the walls till late into the eve. And that’s only with one each under our belts!
Another day, another little cafe located in St Germain that was just incredibly decorated in this old world style – so quaint - & served to-die-for hot chocolate & other chocolately tarts that filled us both to the brim. Had to roll out of there later.
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