La Tour Eiffel

A week ago, we decided to go pay our respect to the symbol of Paris - little did we know that it was also the last day to enjoy sun in France, because apparently, the Monday after the winter came already. This post will be fairly picture-heavy-word-empty post, because all we did was hang out and take funny pictures. Also, outfit pic was taken by Anette and plenty of pictures were stolen from Gerald and some also from other FIPDesians.

Skirt: Zara (Paris)

Cardigan: H&M (Germany)

Bag: Deichmann

Socks: Daiso (Tokyo)

Pumps: Mixer

Headband: I Am

Selca time!

Yep, jumping in heels is difficult. And dangerous. Oh, micro skirts don't help either.

 

Gerald: Can't you smile?

Me: But I look reatrded when I smile, and my teeth are ugly, and it makes my face look...

Gerald: SMILE!!!!

Me: Eeeek....Yessir!

Huuuugs <3

And trying to look cool.

Hey, look over there - there's a flying spaghetti monster.

A photo documenting my feelings about Gerald's ideas for poses.

The deformed shape is supposed to be a heart.

After multiplication (= after more FIPDesians joined):

The oldest restaurant in Paris (with corresponding prices):

Shops with canned goods:

A pretty dress:

The best ice cream place in Paris:

And in the evening, we celebrated birthdays of those of us, who were born in summer - we prepared food for everyone (it was supposed to be from our country, but Anette and me decided that we hang out with the Asians so much we can just make sushi anyway).

Yours truly

Vita