Pack the bags: We’re off to Paris!
The art of escapism
British summers are becoming so wet that you could swim to the continent these days and still arrive drier than the last batch of laundry that you left hanging on your clothesline.
Not only are we looking doomed to spend the rest of our summers trying to decide what shade of grey the sky is, but we seem to have recently swapped places with France on the glamorous leaders front.
So in honor of the spectacularly spoony French President and his gorgeous wife Carla Bruni it is time to doff the proverbial and head over to Paris for some tré chic weekend action.
And of-course the beauty of driving to Paris is that once you get off the ferry at Calais you can stock up on all the local culinary goodies before dashing across France in your car, consuming vast quantities of Fois Gras and strong cheeses whilst listening to the first ladies latest album, Comme si de rien n’etait, at full volume in some sort of weird and wonderful Gallic hybrid Hunter S. Thompson scenario.
One you get to the city of lights, forget about all the usual sights and head straight for the Marais neighborhood. The best place to stay here has to be the Murano Urban Resort, a seriously cool place covered in op-art fabrics and good looking Parisians. Head to the bar and settle in, with 140 different flavours of vodka and a 19 hour day drinking license you could be there some time.
Or you could just check into somewhere modest and then head to the Louvre like everyone else, at this time of year you may only have to queue for six hours to see the Mona Lisa, although as much as I love postage stamps I think I’ll wait for you back at the Murano, because you know, well, life is short and all that.
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