When in Paris, do as they do:

Shop, shop, drink coffee, drink wine, smoke (didn't do that) and be nasty mean to everybody.

My brother and I went to Paris. Again, Paris is my favorite city -next to Amsterdam and New York of course-. We stayed at a friend -more family now- and so we had more money to spend on shopping instead of housing and food. I like going out to dinner, don't get me wrong, but not when there's someone who can seriously cook (for free) and when I'm not in a city where I feel people are ripping me off because I don't speak their language. Anyway we arrived late so we went to bed.

Day 1, Saturday:
Falko and I went to shopping outlet Val d'Europe. Falko was in heaven. He bought 2 Ralph Lauren Polo shirts, a shirt, Tommy Hilfiger jeans and shorts. Unfortunately for me, this day was the day my beloved memory had forsaken me. There was no Mulberry store, and I had forgotten my pin-code. No shopping for me. I wasn't sure if my creditcard had been payed off so I wasn't sure if I had any money. Though I was disappointed to find that there was no Mulberry, I was pleased to see a DvF store. I did not buy anything there. We walked to the Dolce & Gabanna store and I found THE sunglasses.. I had to have them! So, I picked them up and went to the cashregister. The lady picked up my glasses -picky me asked if she had new ones because she wanted to give me the one I picked up and had been worn by a lot of random people- and scanned them. She asked if I wanted to pay cash or card. Creditcard I said. I swiped the card, entered my pin and waited. My brother and I weren't very subtle in pleading and begging it would work. The machine beeped twice and the screen said approved. *high five*. My brother and I actually jumped up and high fived each other. So sad. The woman laughed. That high five will go down in poor-people history.

Day 2, Sunday:
Another day of shopping. We woke up early and took the subway to Lafayette and Printemps. I guess you could say that those are my number 2 and 3 on my list of favorite places in Paris. 1 Obviously being the Louvre and Tuillerie. We got out of the metro being over-excited to shop. I had told my brother all about the wonders of Lafayette. They both turned out to be closed on Sunday. Closed. You read it correctly. Closed, I'll say it again. Almost nothing is closed in Amsterdam on Sunday. Closed. I still cannot believe it. What a betrayal. We walked to the nearest Starbucks for some serious coffee. Also closed. Darn it.
I've already become a pro when it comes to Paris so we walked to the Arc the Triumph and Champs A'lysee. Did some some more shopping.

Day 3, Monday:
The tv in the house was always on playing the World Tournament Football. Today The Netherlands would play Japan. Daniel and Ana told us there was a huge screen in Trocadero (next to the Eiffeltower) and they would be showing the match. Falko, needing his sleep more than I do, stayed home in the morning and I went shopping. I now knew my pin-code again so I needed to shop. I went to Lafayette and went completely mad. In twenty minutes I had spent 60 euros on Chanel nailpolish, 275 on Prada shoes and 180 on an Alexander McQueen scarf. I have never felt so good in my life. I ran out of the store knowing I was almost broke and walked to the Starbucks. I had folded the Chanel shopping bag into my Prada shopping bag because I felt too good holding it. People were looking at me, mind you I was also holding my Louis bag, wearing my new D&G shades and wearing my new Sisley overall.  I must have looked like some rich girl. I was proud. Listening to The White Stripes I just kept on feeling unbeatable. I am a 23 years young single girl, with an amazing collection of clothes, shoes and bags. I love my life. I am totally obsessed with clothes, shoes, bags, brands, sunglasses, shopping, buying, spending. People say it's an illness but I do not care. I feel so good with my stuff. I will love my scarf, my shoes, my bags... for ever! My ex-boyfriends should see me now.
Anyway I met with Falko, Ana and Daniel at Republique and we went to watch the footballmatch. The Netherlands won. Yay!

Day 3, Tuesday:
Like I said, I love the Louvre. My brother has never been, so I had to take him there. We went to Chatelet, had coffee and walked to the Louvre along all the stores on Rue de Rivoli.We entered the louvre from the side, walking through the "shoppingmall" Carrousel. Unfortunately we also entered some stores and ended up being more sunglasses. I bought RayBan shades and my brother Prada.
It's hard to believe but when we walked to the Louvre, it was closed. Yes, closed. On a  Tuesday. I can understand them being closed on a Sunday and even on a Monday, but Tuesday? Sigh. We went back to shopping. I bought something for my mother and noticed I was missing a bankcard. My creditcard was in my wallet but my normal bankcard was gone. Did I leave it at the house? Did I leave it in a store? Did I drop it? It was gone. Panic struck me. I was completely stressed out. I walked back to all the stores trying to ask if anyone had found me. Nothing. I did now notice their lack of English. They did not understand me. Maybe they had found it but it was obvious they had no idea what I meant.It was utterly frustrating. We went back home and it wasn't there either. I called the bank and had my account blocked. If it was stolen I wasn't going to let someone else buy Prada's with my "hard earned" money.
After taking a little nap, Ana, Falko and I left for the Eiffeltower. I was wearing Ana's Spain shirt because Spain was playing Portugal. After the Eiffeltower we went to Trocadero again but this time it was packed! There must have been thousands of people trying to get in. We did not get in, which turned out to be fine because Spain won and the Portguese were not amused, at all.

Day 4, Wednesday:
The last day. Falko stayed in bed so I went to Petit Palais to see the YSL exhibit. I walked all the way from Chatelet and walked along the Seine. This may have been the most amazing exhibit I have ever seen. It was so inspirational. There were over 300 YSL pieces shown. Just hanging there being gorgeous. YSL was an artist. It was the best.

I am home now. I noticed that -besides my friends- I hadn't thought about Amsterdam at all. It feels weird to be home but also nice. I am wearing my Alexander McQueen scarf, Prada shoes, Zara strapless dress, Bershka Boy-friend Jacket, feeling like a changed woman. Paris did something to me. A good thing. I will go back in October, with your friend and mine, Kris. I am going to save up like crazy and I will go crazy again in Lafayette. Shopping in Amsterdam just doesn't do it for me. So, it won't be hard for me to save up.
From now on there will be more fashion blogging. Sorry for keeping you waiting.
We love you! Thinking of you always!

Pictures coming soon: stupid battery died.