Hey mes petits dreamers,

Today I discovered un fleuriste and that there are way too many stairs in Montmartre.

First of all, let’s clear something up.  Yes, I’m wearing the same outfit as yesterday.  Why? Because sometimes I’m a lazy human who simply can’t be bothered.

Walking in Montmartre today, I came across a cute little florist.  You’ll find them in every Paris neighborhood, most of the time with beautiful displays spilling out into the street.  This particular storefront was so frenchy, so chic, that I couldn’t resist going inside and having a poke around.  Back in Australia, I had decorated many weddings so I have a small obsession for beautiful blooms.  Flowers are one of my favorite things in the world.  Being around gorgeous flowers always puts a smile on my face and today was no different.

“Bonjour Madame” a friendly face popped out from the storeroom.  I got chatting in broken English and discovered that the florist is a family business run by Jacque and his 2 kids and the trusty family chien.  All super friendly even the chien, I stayed a while and Jacque told me about a few varieties of flowers that I had never seen before. Très interesting.

Unfortunately, after leaving the florist, I was faced with climbing the crazy number of stairs it took me to get there – and it’s at this moment that I started to reconsider my love of the area.  So many stairs.  Not enough fitness.

Everyone speaks of the charming hills and steps in Montmartre, but when you’re sweating up a storm in silk and the sweat patches start to appear it’s not so charming.

Still getting lost in the right direction.




 The small things.


Master florist Jacque.


Le Fleuriste chien.


 Burn calories burn.


Happy on the outside.  Burning on the inside.


Time for a rest.


Hungry bum.


Bike, car, scooter, train?  The choice is yours in Paris.