Maman Flamant Rose

It’s been a wintery little week in Paris and my husband swears he saw a few snowflakes during his Sunday morning run, while I was bundled up at home with a hot water bottle. On the hunt for my earmuffs I found a rather unwelcome guest, a tiny caterpillar chewing through the contents of my cold weather accessories drawer, which means we have moths, so I’ve emptied the freezer of food to fill it with clothing and I’ve got a new project to keep me busy.