I really like it when I use and abuse things that I have (like dead objects, not living things okay?) because that means I make a good use of them. Like, really use them, so it feels like they are worth the money because I always use them. Unlike some things that are kept for too long in my closet (a pair of heels that hurt like hell, I've told you the story, I think) I've worn this pair of Converse for God knows how many times. I wore them with jeans, shorts, tops, dresses, skirts, my high school uniforms, you name it, until I've stopped using them in my last year in London because they don't do rain. Not because they're precious leather or anything, but because the glue doesn't hold the sides of the shoes so well anymore that water starts coming in and wet my socks and it's just not nice wearing wet socks in London's weather. It's cold.
I'm sorry for being disgusting, but it's the truth.
So, to let go of these used beaus, I dedicate a special post with only them in the pictures. They're not off white anymore. They're not clean, at all. They look ugly. But they were comfy. So long, sneakers. You've served me well.
On the second day before we left for London, we went to Trocadero to take pictures with the most iconic building in the world--Eiffel Tower. It's not actually the most iconic building but I just assume since everybody must know that Eiffel Tower is the symbol of Paris. Afterwards, we took our luggages from the hotel and headed to Sacré-Cœur, had some French breakfast beforehand, then climbed up the stairs to that beautiful church.
Probably my favourite shot of the day. The magnificent sky just adds beauty to the already-stunning Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, and highlighted His gloriousness. And this, my friends, is the end of our Winter Break 2013-2014. Whoo!!!
When I first went to Paris years ago, I didn't like it. I felt unsafe walking around the city. But something's changed during my second visit to this capital of romance. Maybe because I've been living in London for three years that I got used to living as a pedestrian, or using the public transports--although if I compare London to Paris, I'd still choose London without a doubt, and I can say myself that London is much safer than Paris. However, I kind of fell in love with Paris, in a way I can imagine myself living there and actually had the desire to live there! I mean, of all the cities I've visited, I still think Paris is one of the most beautiful ones, really! Every corner is just so elegant and the language just adds some points, loads in fact.
So on the first day, we just walked in Champs Elysées because there was a market full of delicious food like crepes and churros. Then we, as a group, separated. My friend and I basically went very touristy again; we went to Arc de Triomphe, Galeries Lafayette, tried a cafe that served an amazing dessert--is it just me or pastries and desserts in Paris are to die for?--met up with the rest of the group again for dinner. I still remember I ate escargot, an unimportant detail but can't help to put it in whilst my memory is still intact to that day. Who knows, maybe when I'm 50 years old I look at this blog again and reread the whole thing and reminisce that one night in Paris I ate escargot! I should stop being a nerd.