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Good Monday morning 

Back in Ltown. After a week of heat, it has been a very British weekend. Both weather and otherwise. The queen and Harry finally spotted. Royal waves and pimms to celebrate, a pile of london films and football, obviously. Detox Sunday - until a beautiful bartender at a neighborhood fair brought us strawberry liquor. One simply couldn't say no. 

Spring

Ohh the spring mornings! For the lucky ones of you, the sunny days in london spring are also to be enjoyed. For me, at the moment - not too much. For me, it's a time when one reads corny quotes and finds them, well, very true, or true enough to motivate. I go a bit cuckoo and spend many many hours of the day trying to be as productive as possible. I think about my old friends who I miss, I think about hot summer days, I dream about tan and beaches and summer, and I refuse to make up my mind about any plans for the future. 

So I grab my Americano and off I go. 

See you soon. 

Another breakfast

Can't simply fight against the sunny mornings. After a doctor'a appointment, the sun was shining so bright that I couldn't help myself..... 

 

And somehow found myself sipping cafe ladurée. How does that always happen.

Me time at its best. You should try sometime. 

Run

Time flies when one's having fun - yet the gal's back from the madness of life. Let's see if we'll make this work. Properly, this time. 

Breakfast.

 There's days when one doesn't have time for anything but a cup of Starbucks for breakfast, and then, thank goodness, there's days when you get to really sit down and admire the secret venues of the city you live in. Feeling like a princess, just a little bit.

What did the girl wear? A Zara blazer, a Zara blouse, French Connection Jeans and a Michael Kors bag. 

How was the start of your week?

Love,

miss Dandizette 

Purchases.

The man at BBC weather forecast seems to disapprove, but I personally think it's high time for the spring to finally make its way to London. Hence, a pair of ballerinas is very much needed. These pretty ones were found at.. surprisingly, pretty ballerina. 

In addition, noting recent hectiness in er, life, this Clinique anti-puff product has been amazing. 

un petit getaway

Don't get me wrong. I love London. At times, however, one needs 36 hours to refresh ones brain. So I called a friend and took the plane et voilà, ready for fresh morning croissants. 

 Wet Pa Quin, we don't mind. Even the rain's smells a bit sweeter. Can it be?

La journée peut commencer. Oh, wait, n'est pas before a cup of that beautifully strong Lavazza.

 Inspirational patterns as ever.

 the Embarassing Tourist Picture. Still a way to go for that real 'je n'aime rien, je suis parisien' status. Sadly.

 The window's at Chanel..

Led us to the Grand Palais. Had seen Karl in Saatchi already, it was yet fun to see the amazing pictures in a very different setting.

 Too bad the poster stayed in Paris, although is under very good day-care till picking it up.

Long walks and cathching up with the frenchies.

 

Checking some haute-cauture art..

 and some Da Vinci set up.

 Le pond des arts as lovely as ever..

 and a new lock to be added any time soon?

 eternal love for the city of love,








miss Dandyzette