Barcelona Photo Diary | Architecture and Food Porn

Lazy Sundays sure seem lazier once you're on vacation. Europeans take their day of the Lord quite seriously as the entire town slums around and nary a shop is open for business. Which usually means one of two things: a) They're at mass b) They're home recovering from a wild Saturday night. 

Barcelona Photo Diary | Antoni Gaudi

As neurotic as it may sound, I refuse to let the bf use any vocabulary in his vernacular that he cannot spell {I know, I know, psycho-gf alert...Turn ons: Scintillating syntax (rawr baby rawr!)...Turn offs: Erroneous spelling and grammar (too cool for school?..booo)} So on the flip side, I've assumed the same responsibility and am not to utter a single phrase I have not faced firsthand. Gives wayyyy new meaning to shouting: "Omg, that's soooo Gaudy!" Although the term dates back to the 16th century way before the Catalan architect was even born, I'd like to believe present-day exploit implies a slightly garish, ornately over-the-top, showy display of anything design. Coincidence? I think not. 

Barcelona Photo Diary | Vintage Shopping

While the bf OD'ed on Zara and Mango, I made my way through the Gothic Quarter sniffing out second hand goodies like a government canine in Columbia. My drug of choice? Shoes, what else? Thank god for my heightened sense of smell (and of course Google maps), I was able to track down the best in vintage shopping, a bakery, and a cafe/chocolatier all within a few blocks from one another and our last dinner stop for the evening.

Barcelona Photo Diary | Park Güell

I used to think traveling abroad meant hitting up as many countries in as few days as possible. Now 10 cities in 10 days hardly sounds like a vacation, so when the bf and I started scouting potential hotspots, we narrowed it down to my TWO favorite loves: fashion (Paris) and architecture (Barcelona). 

Paris Photo Diary | Versailles

I've had visions of Versailles since missing it during my first trip to Paris a decade ago. Sis and I opted to go to Disneyland Paris that day instead and boy do I ever regret such an asinine (and totally American tourist) decision. Not only did we board the wrong train and was fined $80 upon exiting, my Aunt came home with stories of opulent grandeur having spent the entire day shooting the Chateau, oohing and aahing over every gilded fixture and golden finish. Not to mention her squeals of delight as if she was the first to ever photograph Versaille's famous Hall of Mirrors, to which I have to admit was the inspiration behind Avec's entry corridor (seen here).

Paris Photo Diary | To Louvre, with Love

I could never tire of the Louvre. My perfect Parisian day would consist of the Etruscan collection with my morning coffee, followed by a light lunch in the Garden of Tuileries, midday snacking with Mona Lisa, and watching the sun set with the Renaissance. I could literally spend the entire day here, wander around aimlessly as I wait to be struck by another, and yet another source of stirring stimulation. Something about art that puts me in such a meditative trance...Ohmmmm...Ohmmmm...Ohmmm...Divine inspiration indeed.

Paris Photo Diary | Le Bistrot Paul Bert

I had every intention of following Anthony Bourdain's foodie guide to the ultimate dining experiences in Paris, save for the fact that due to the program's Oprah-like Midas' touch, every single one of 'em had been booked for months, some even dating back to half a year in advance! Sheesh Francophiles sure don't mess around with their food man. Which made me even more anxious to somehow, someway work the back alley and perhaps do a little Americano dance and maybe get some love in this mutha'...apparently, that didn't work either. But it's not for a lack of trying peeps, so here's the lowdown on what went down instead. Bon appétit!

Paris Photo Diary | Les Puces Flea Market

If you know me (as I'm sure most of you do), I NEVER, NEVER joke about two central situations: 1) Food on an empty stomach and 2) Shopping on a mission. Which sucks for the bf because he's ALWAYS, ALWAYS on the receiving end of either the former or the latter on any given day. Poor thing had no idea what he got himself into as I literally dragged him (on foot mind you) through as many as 6 different arrondissements in one full day of hunting down thingamabobs and whatchamacallits. Tough thing is I almost never look for anything specific, but always run around the city searching for that one specific thing.

Paris Photo Diary | Montmarte and Sacre Coeur

I'm back baby...ready to blog, ready to put Paree on blast. I've been feeling très guilty having neglected Haute Khuuture for almost two weeks, so in my most humble efforts to make it up to y'all (and myself), I'm committing to TWICE daily posts! Yes, be still your heart, you read that right...Not one, but TWO entire digital diary pages per day of the most exhilarating, most intoxicatingly stimulating 10-day vacay I've planned to date. 

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