After a rather madcap few weeks, a lovely, sunny Easter weekend was just what the doctor ordered (bizarrely, I have since gone down with some sort of hideous virus, but hey...).
After a sunny Saturday pottering around and having a yummy lunch in a cafe in the Marais, we went to see Oxmo Puccino and the Jazz Bastards. Very random, very good, as was the West African meal we had afterwards. With the sun still beaming down on Sunday, we escaped the city and took the train to a nearby forest for a walk and a picnic . Munching sandwiches with a glass of Bulmers in our sunny glade, we heard rustling in the bushes... weirdo? Marauder? Shagging couple? No, two deer, who ran out in front of us with their little white tails bobbing like Bambi on speed.
A yummy dinner from a fabulous cook and an evening of British comedy (a rare treat and a welcome change from French humour) rounded off the day nicely. Another picnic in Monday with friends near Les Invalides was so sun-drenched our feeble skin burnt, despite the sun cream.
So there. All picnicked-out and back at work, and writing a story about favourite Etsy items...