I have been so busy and preoccupied recently that I completely forgot to tell you all I was going to Paris!
It was only a short trip but as always, it was absolutely wonderful.
I wasn't alone on my travels, I was with hubby and his lovely mum and sister, it was Mr. P's sister's birthday and Paris was a special treat. Little did I know however that someone else had decided to tag along....
All was well and I started day dreaming about the delights that awaited me upon my arrival in Paris, this of course, as one can imagine made me more than a little peckish and I began to rummage in my bag for a snack.
As I delved deeper and deeper into my bag, cursing my own disorganisation... I felt something move!
I of course panicked, I threw my bag at Mr. P. and leaped across the carriage in a rather over dramatic fashion. Yes people were watching and no they were not impressed. Once Mr. P. had managed to assess the situation he calmly reached into the bag and after a moment or two, pulled out a slightly nervous looking little monster.
The poor little thing seemed so scared, I felt terrible but Mr. P. and I managed to calm him down and once suitably reassured he was soon sitting, happily enjoying the journey with us.
Once we arrived in Paris the little monster could no longer contain his excitement, especially when he saw the view from our balcony.
He doesn't speak but rather makes noises, he is surprisingly easy to understand though, these little monsters seem to be a very expressive breed. He is a rather amicable little fellow, if a little excitable.
Up until this point I had thankfully managed to maintain control of the little monster but that was all about to change.
Whilst usually calm, when it comes to food, this little monster is a devilish, cheeky little maniac! Lest we forget the Buttercream Bakery Sprinkle Stealing Debacle.
Rather unsurprisingly he relished the food in Paris, he loves bread...
Often diving straight into the bread basket, oblivious to the disapproving reaction of his fellow diners.
He adores chocolate...
In fact he seems particularly keen to devour anything sweet, I even had to stop him diving head first into the sugar bowl at one point!
The little monster could not believe how delightful coffee was in Paris, he had no idea coffee came with cream and cake!
He almost fell over when he saw my café viennois.
For the next few days I took the little monster everywhere, we certainly bonded somewhat and he would sit happily by the side of my plate, sharing joyous Parisian lunches.
I was of course happy to share and it was wonderful to see his little face light up when ever he saw it was indeed time for lunch again.
A Little Monster Lunches At Ladurée
One of the highlights of both our trip was lunch at heavenly Ladurée. We decided to eat in the stunning bar, last time Mr. P. and I visited it was not yet open and it is an unbelievably beautiful place.
While I admired the decor the little monster perused the menu.
I of course had to order a caramel infused coffee, it was as always amazing but the little monster only had eyes for one thing...
I could see the desperate desire in his eyes, a look on his face that said, can I, can I, oh please can I?
The answer of course was after lunch and despite being slightly disappointed he soon perked up when lunch arrived.
I ordered Crab Blinis, it tasted as phenomenal as it looked, the little guy couldn't believe his eyes.
After our glorious main it was time for dessert.
Which in true Parisian style consisted of chocolate and macarons.
We opted of Raspberry and Salted Caramel, the little monster was delighted by the macarons.
All Good Things Must Come To An End
We continued to eat our way across Paris, enjoying glorious meringues with our coffee...
....and delicious buttery croissants for breakfast.
We were very lucky with the weather and enjoyed a glorious day at the beautiful Jardin des Tuileries.
To be honest it was a little too hot for him and when we both spotted a bird swoop over head I knew it was time to let him hide out in the shade of my purse.
As always it was terribly sad to leave Paris but Mr. P. provided Pierre Hermé macarons for the journey home and this soothed us both somewhat.
Caramel, pistachio and coffee, yum yum.
As soon as we arrived back I had to hurry to the bakery to fulfil a macaron order of my own and besides I wanted to get the little monster back to his family. I'm sure he missed them despite all the wonderful distractions and I was a little concerned that they may have been worried about him.
Now that we are firm friends I am hoping he may introduce me to his family and perhaps stop stealing my sprinkles.