I wouldn't even consider coming to Paris and not visiting my fabulous friend Tara Baradford, she of Paris Parfait fame. We meet up and talk for England, put the world to rights, shop 'till we drop and have a great time.
Before we visited Merci, that fabulous shop on Boulevard Beaumarchais, we called in to Agape which is around the corner from Tara's apartment. And what did we see as soon as we walked through the door MERCI in huge zinc letters - serendipity!
Last time we visited they had a table set for tea and we weren't disappointed this time.
Off to Merci which we missed when we stepped off the Metro - it was behind us and we realised when we ended up at the wrong end of the road. That's Tara camera in hand. I just know her pictures will be so much better than mine. Sorry Tara I just had to snap you.
The famous car has been filled with plants, how cool is that?
Ivy growing from under the bonnet. I wish I had room in my garden for one of these.
Health and Safety leaves a lot to be desired.
Giant chandeliers made from clay
A table with ceramic legs - be careful with the vacuum cleaner.
An ostrich at the top of the stairs with what I can only describe as a gimp's outfit on.
We were walking thorugh to the garden area and Tara wanted to use the loo. Stop - I said - I want to photograph that door
then she opened it and shouted me to look at the ceiling - I want a loo ceiling like that.
A little girl in the garden shop admiring the brightly colored birds in a big vintage cage.
I love to spend the day with Tara, she's wacky, generous, clever and who else do you know that carries a Louis Vuitton bag with brightly coloured flowers on and red converse shoes on her feet? She has given Charlotte some of the most amazing pieces for her new home and Harvey, Charlotte and I were at Tara and David's apartment last night for dinner and had ball. We laughed 'til we cried and ate the best Moroccan food ever courtesy of Tara's chef David who she also happens to be married to. How fortuitous is that?