Today was our final day. We were due to leave just before lunch to head to the airport, so the plan was simple enough, bakery breakfast, then one of us would take Alexander to the pool while the other packed and got everything ready. Unfortunately, Alexander had clearly woken up and chosen chaos. The cat came to say goodbye first thing in the morning, which was lovely. Unfortunately, this created a new problem. For the rest of the day, Alexander repeatedly shouted "cat!" and

Today was supposed to be our Paris day for a picnic in the park by the Eiffel Tower. We got up, got ourselves organised, and headed to the bakery just outside our front door for breakfast. There’s something very satisfying about walking approximately 30 seconds for fresh pastries. It’s a lifestyle I could get used to. While we waited for rush hour traffic to die down before driving into Paris, we headed to the nearby play park to kill some time. Unfortunately, by 8am the sli

For breakfast, we headed to an unreal patisserie to get some pastries and éclairs. Nothing healthy about it, but truly delicious. It would beat a Marks & Spencer éclair any day. The morning bevvy of choice was freshly squeezed orange juice… a holiday essential if ya ask me. Oh, by the way, it’s Anna writing today’s blog. After breakfast, we decided to head to Claude Monet’s house and gardens. We thought we were being smart heading early to beat the queues, but unfortunately e

Day 2 started a little earlier than planned. Alexander had actually slept really well beside me, mainly because I still couldn’t get the bloody travel cot up properly. Every time I thought I had cracked it, another side would collapse in on itself. Whoever designs those things clearly hates parents. We decided to make the most of the morning and head out for a walk before the heat properly kicked in. The place we’re staying is perched up on a hill, which is lovely for the vie

Welcome to Chapter 16. Another adventure begins and, at just 21 months old, it’s hard to believe this is already Alexander’s fourth trip abroad. Frankly, he’s becoming more well travelled than most adults we know. As part of Anna’s 30th birthday, her one request was simple: sunshine somewhere during her week off in May. Months passed, we looked at holidays, ignored holidays, and waited for the inevitable travel blogger invitation for Gin and Travel that never arrived. Eventua