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All photos by Silvia Martins

When she was visiting Paris with her family, Silvia Martins took some pictures of Louis and I hanging out around Bir-Hakeim. I loved the colors in the shots and couldn’t resist sharing them here on the blog. Since I’m usually the crazy woman taking a million pictures, having some nice pictures of my honey and I together is always a pleasure.


One summer weeknight, Sasha hosted a little apéro in her precious courtyard garden.

In Paris’s summer heat, evenings outdoors with friends are the best ways to escape. Some homemade snacks and a bottle of rosé and you’re set.

This summer night was one of those evenings where the sun set surprisingly late and you didn’t see the time take flight, and was filled with conversations with familiar faces: Valerie, Lindsey, Jessie, Kristen, KasiaMelissaMary and their beaux.

I feel like having a courtyard garden is almost like having a balcony, it’s so exciting when you know someone that has one.


Les Tresors du Parc Andre Citroen

Paris is full of parks, some of which are more popular than others. However, this little baby tucked on the southwest side of Paris isn’t as known by tourists, yet has a hell of a lot to offer. Parc André Citroën is located between metros Javel André Citroën (Line 10) and Balard (Line 8).  Don’t forget to pop by the Pont Mirabeau if you get off at Javel for a view of the baby Statue of Liberty and the beautiful bridge itself.

The park was created in the , opening in 1992- thus replacing the Citroën car manufacturing company which had shut down in that location in the 70’s. It is about 35 acres and has lots of hidden parts as well as a main central area with dancing fountains at the top, green houses and gardens on the sides, and a moored hot air balloon in the middle that can give you a view of Paris if you please. There are even little canals running around the park and through the greenhouses which never cease to host children in swimsuits.

I discovered this park at random last summer, and ever since have tried to bring everyone there for an afternoon- it is lovely and is the ultimate mix of private and public depending where you sit and relax (or enjoy a Mexican Fiesta for a friend’s birthday!)

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
            Et nos amours
       Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

     Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
     Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
            Tandis que sous
       Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse

     Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
     Les jours s’en vont je demeure

L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
            L’amour s’en va
       Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente

     Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
     Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
            Ni temps passé 
       Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

     Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
     Les jours s’en vont je demeure

-Guillaume Appollinaire (1880-1918)