you fall in love

In Paris you fall in love. In love with the pastry shops no less.

Let the cream, crepes and croissants begin.

"Every bite just gets better" she croons with a mouthful of what can only be described as the best dessert we have sampled in this sugar and cream-fuelled dream. It is a tart like construction, with diced and sugared apple lining the biscuit base, topped with the lightest and fluffiest custard meringue, finished with a light caramelising. In Paris we have a picnic by the river.

In Pars you fall in love. In love with Montmartre where Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso and Claude Monet used to hang out. In love with the chic style. In love with the Eiffel tower at night; with Charlotte's friend's bar; and with Parisian vintage clothing.

In Paris I am once again inspired. Once again I am filled with ideas to take up my days when I venture back home. We walk past a building covered in streamers. An art squat we have found. Bohemian artists took over the abandoned building in the eighties and now have opened it to the public. We walk amidst living art. Artists are busy putting paint to canvas, welding, filing and making sculptures out of folded used subway tickets. The walls breathe art. Whole rooms become art installations. The doorways are painted, coloured flags fill the spiral stairwell. I am inspired.

Spud baby, I'm turning the shed into an art studio x