'SIRAP' IS PARIS BACKWARDS. LIKE THE SUGAR.

THE last week or so has taught me an abundance of things with the common theme, you'd be surprised to hear[definitely sarcasm], of Paris; the city, not the Hilton, because that would just be untasteful and i'd probably catch something and end up in jail for drink driving for even mentioning her name more than once.
So in the list of things from one to 'i'm so learned i'm practically a library' i'm going to start with this:

ONE] The law which has recently changed in favour of allowing buildings in Paris to be taller than seven stories is
         a SILLY idea.  For years i've been trying to work out why, apart from the obvious beautifully formed
         buildings throughout the city, Paris always looks so picturesque.  Then one day whilst sipping some thé du
         menthe in a small café near the 16th it hit me.  It's the contrast of the piercing blue sky creeping around
         and over the buildings which are set against this magnificent backdrop.  It almost gives a sense of 'the rural'
         in the midst of this bustling, en vogue yet remarkably laid back city.  Allowing the buildings to get taller and
         taller will almost instantly hack away at the charm of Paris which rests amongst these classically coloured
         perfectly heighted houses/museums/cafés, therefore making me very sad, and no one needs to see that.
         Anyway, if you're reading this Sarkozy [he's definitely not], sort it out love.

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TWO] I love Pastry more than I ever new.  Don't come to Paris under any circumstances unless:
          a] you fully accept that croissants and pain au chocolats can only be eaten in batches of three.
          b] a pastry to accompany breakfast, lunch and dinner is just about enough to keep you going, but you
             could probably do with one more.
          c] you can walk past a patisserie and not flinch. [this one is particularly important. If you are in doubt as to
              whether you are able to do this, don't even attempt it.]

Hi breakfast.  Hi belly.

THREE] Everything sounds better in French.  Even 'I'd like to buy that baguette pen please' which, I must say,
             was one of the best finds of the year.  [it's literally just a pen that looks remarkably/deceptively like a
             real mini baguette]  Even the lady on the tannoy at the airport sounds like she's on a Galaxy Chocolate
             advert for a new bar that'll give you eternal youth. [a far cry from the 'moind your bags at all toimes pleys'
             of the less than architecturally brilliant Birmingham Airport.]

Don't even bother trying this because Galaxy lady will HUNT YOU DOWN.

FOUR] This week there's a four because, as someone kindly pointed out, none of this happened on an actual
            'weekend' in keeping with the rest of my posts.  So it gives me great pleasure to tell you that the fourth
            thing I learnt, and the only one of the weekend, is that I am incredibly excited about our new band
            H E A R T S.  Same people, better tunes, easier-to-spell name. SONGS TO COME SOON.
                                                   
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Here's also to hoping I get to see Yann Tiersen this evening.
Bonne Journée!

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