A Belated Post

The wonder glass - is it a square, is it a circle, nope it's a squircle!! Magic!!! (Sorry, I know I'm sad!)
Where else is one to go in January but Paris, especially if one's plane ticket cost less than entrance into a not so fancy club in Paris and one drink! Had a great weekend, which coincidentally happened to fall the same weekend as the start of the parisian sales, entirely by accident I swear! Thanks a million to Caoimhe and Niall for putting up with us and for letting us take over your apartment.

We went ice skating for the bargainous price of 5 euro, and you could stay on as long as you wanted, we actually found something that was cheaper to do in Paris than in Moscow OR Dublin...shock horror! We weren't exactly pro's but two of us managed to stay upright, someone
else who shall remain nameless, got a little too cocky and may have fallen twice!

The lads wait for the in-boat movie to start on the river trip on the Seine, they'd still be waiting there if they hadn't gotten hungry and removed themselves to the classiest of french restaurants, McDonalds (insert snooty french laugh here)

I've decided this is where I'm going to live when I make my fortune studying Europeans (I swear, there's money to be made...honestly!) One simply must have a townhouse on the left bank of the Seine, dahling!

The ubiquitous 'I went to Paris and saw the Eiffel Tower' picture.

Our host and hostess with the mostess for the weekend, the very hard-working Science Po students Niall and Caoimhe. They put us up in their fancy apartment in one of the swankiest areas of Paris, 'tis far from Armani and Dior they were reared!!

This was possibly the tallest man I've ever met, when I was talking to him I didn't realise quite how tall he was, then when I looked at the picture I realised that yes, 6'9" is actually quite a bit taller than me! We were all standing up!!

Some Dublin pics : Ok girls you made it onto the blog, we can pretend this was taken in Moscow!

Richie (the camera whore) and the soon to be Dr Amy, she will be writing prescriptions for all!

The beautiful scarf that Richie's granny knit with her own fair hands to keep me warm in the wilds of Russia, apparently its -26 degrees celcius over there at the mo....ooh that's cold! I'll be back there on Saturday afternoon, in time for Josh's birthday, just look for the block of ice in my next post.