I have butterflies writing this post. I have been keeping this to myself for a while now, but I am very excited to finally share it here on my blog.
In May, just before the late bank holiday, my parents had invited Alex and I to dinner, at one of our favourite places – Ziani’s. Nestled into one of the quieter roads behind the Kings Road, it’s a delightful, traditional Italian, that you must try if you are ever in the area. We tucked into delicious Italian food and discussed the weekend ahead. It was a wonderful evening full of smiles, laughter, wine and a lot of pasta.
Exhausted, I was just about to fall into bed, when Alex let me in on a secret. We weren’t going to my parents for the weekend, we were going to... Paris! My only other instructions were to make sure I had a dress for dinner and a bikini. Staring at him in amazement, I began to throw things into my bag, packing my way through the excitement, hardly able to believe what he was saying. I finally fell into my bed, too excited to sleep.
I was woken up the next morning and bundled out of the door as we made our way to the station. Breakfast at Granger & Co, complete with their perfect pancakes, coffee and excited Paris talk followed – ideal pre-train fuel. A few hours later we stepped off the train, blinking in the sparkling Parisian sun at the Gare de Nord, before a car whisked us through the city and straight to our hotel.
A chic retreat from the streets of Paris, the beautifully boutique La Damantin is Parisian perfection. It is small enough to be wonderfully personal, with every kind of luxurious extra you could think of.
We dropped our bags in our rooms and headed straight out into the shimmering sunshine, wandering to the Champs Elysees, to window-shop and people-watch. The light grew steadily more golden as Alex whispered something about dinner reservations, and we raced back to the hotel to get dressed.
A wonderfully warm early summer evening greeted us, as we strolled hand-in-hand down to the river and our restaurant. Perched right on the water, we took our seats at Restaurant le Club and watched boats glide past us in the golden evening light. A hidden gem, Le Club offers the most wonderful view the Eiffel Tower and being seated closest to the window, with no other tables near us, it couldn't have been more romantic.
We had a front row seat as the evening light faded and the French lady lit up and glittered, on the hour, every hour, as we drank rose and enjoyed sumptuous French food. Once we had eaten our fill, finishing with a mouthwatering dessert, we took to the streets - wandering to the Champs de Mars, to see the tower glitter at midnight. We strolled through the gardens, and found a secluded seat to watch her twinkle in the starlight, gazing at her in all of her glory.
Once we were away from the streets, in the privacy of our room, he took me by the hand. After a lot of tears, on both sides and some very emotional words, he bent one knee and I said yes to forever.
As he opened the little black box, I caught a glimpse of glittering sparkle. Once he placed it on my finger, Alex began to explain the story behind this most special of rings. He had hand-picked the diamond, then worked to design the rest, creating a ring that I never would have thought was beyond perfect for me. I still can't get over its joyous sparkle, glimmering in delight every day, on my finger.
We stayed up, too excited to sleep, laughing and crying with delight before our heads finally hit our pillows, dreaming of the best evening of our lives.
We were woken the next morning to the smell of coffee and croissants, which were thoroughly welcome, before we reached for the phone and started calling friends and family, to share our happy news.
The rest of the day was spent in a haze of delight. Stepping out for the first time as fiancée’s, we strolled in the Paris sunshine along the river to the Louvre. We took a moment, standing in the courtyard to watch the sun shimmering through the glass pyramid, before descending into the museum's depths to nose through statues and paintings.
Meandering through the endless halls, we whiled away the hours enjoying the company of da Vinci and Michelangelo. We managed to fit in a quick swim at the hotel, before heading out to dinner - on the water.
Wandering down to the dock, we climbed aboard the glamorous floating restaurant, Ducasse sur Seine and took our seats under the shimmering ceiling. We were treated to a sequence of delicious gourmet dishes, as the electric boat gilded soundlessly past all of Paris's blockbuster monuments.
We had the best seat in the house sipping wine, enjoying the delicious food and impeccable service as the golden sun dipped in the sky, turning ever so-slightly more pink as it sank.
It was one of the most wonderful evenings I have ever had.
We returned home the next day, after the most perfect weekend I could have ever imagined.
xoxo
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