Thank you all for indulging me in what I’m tentatively titling “Paris Week” (who am I kidding, EVERY week is Paris week around here). I could have bombarded you with a lot more photos, but I tried to be selective about it. If I overwhelmed (read: bored) you, I apologize. Slash not really, it’s Paris, I think you’ll survive.
The above is a night and day view from our bedroom window of Sacre-Cœur. And yes, Annie, that’s a tiny private cemetery called Cimetière Saint-Vincent. It’s surprisingly less morbid than you’d think, having a direct view of a cemetery. It was actually really beautiful and there were a bunch of stray cats that roamed it and sunned themselves on the eaves of the grave keeper’s house. I’m so enamored with this city not even a grave yard can deter me.
This weekend we’re doing a bit of vintage shopping (fingers crossed I get what I’m after!) and then doing some wedding planning. I think we’re supposed to pick a date or something, I don’t know, people keep asking us. “When’s the wedding?!” “What’s the date for the wedding?!” “Have you picked a date for the wedding yet?” PEOPLE. We’ve been engaged for two weeks today, am I not just allowed to enjoy it? I’ve always though the engagement is an important part of the relationship, not just a year-long crash-course in wedding planning. What do I know, though. I’ve only been engaged for a nano-second.
What are you up to this weekend? I have to send some belated birthday to love to Mr. Gary Oldman, who turned another year older and EVEN MORE GORGEOUS yesterday. Um, I mean…