Hey mes petits dreamers !
Today I discovered le Parc Monceau and barbe à papa, aka – fairy floss (or cotton candy if you’re American) Don’t lie – you know you secretly love it. You’re just too embarrassed to hold it because you’re over the age of 5. Don’t be.
After a couple of days of jaw dropping monumental moments (literally) I needed a nature hit to recharge the batteries. I always find that a regular date with nature keeps me grounded and saves me from floating off into the sky.
So, off I went to the Parc Monceau in the 8th arrondissement, not far from the Arc de Triomphe. What a hidden gem.
This park is rather magical but I’m not going to bore you with a history lesson. On to more important things – like the discovery of my barbe à papa. After wandering around for what felt like hours in awe of my surroundings, a little girl came up to me munching on her pink delight and eyeing my own piece of arm candy – otherwise known as my pink balloon. For a moment I contemplated making a trade but, as her parents were nowhere to be seen and as I’ve only just arrived, I didn’t really want to be locked up for taking candy from a kid.
So I went and purchased my very own pink barbe à papa. Delicious.
Life is good.
See you tomorrow!