Singapore…clean, serene, green…and steaming. But that’s exactly what we expect as we settle into air-conditioned luxury at the Ritz Carlton, a Dicky choice due to the privileges the private lounge affords…all day grazing in sublime surroundings.
The spectacular vista includes the amazing sculpture that is the Marina Bay Sands,
Pixies choice but lacking that private lounge. The Lotus, Casino, the armadillo like esplanade theatre, Helix Bridge, the Merlion, the Singapore Flyer taller than London’s eye, and a harbor full of massive containers waiting to purge.
Having spent the past six weeks in Europe, we seek familiarity with the old by heading straight for the iconic Raffles Hotel where we sidle up to the iconic bar and sip the iconic Singapore Sling…well actually we don’t for the drink is somewhat overrated, instead settling for a most magnificent Bloody Mary …or perhaps it’s again the atmosphere?
A swim, Pina Coladas, Champagne and tiny delectable morsels of all things Asian followed by a deep luxurious bubble bath. The lights of the harbor below twinkle through the huge hexagonal window beside my bath. The perfect transition to a deep, slightly jet lagged sleep in my big snuggly bed. Good night.
Sadly, Dicky says Paris doesn’t compare to Rome and London and of course he’s right in a sense…each city proudly displays it’s own unique charms, specific and historical originations and cultural variations…and therefore can’t possibly be compared to another. Fifi suspects Dicky has fallen under the city’s spell however, as he gifted her with one of the much coveted Hermes bangles at the top of the Eiffel Tower…collective sigh…
We’ve left just enough leather on the soles of our shoes to take an evening cruise down the Seine to enjoy the city’s illumination as a rich crimson gold sunset falls. And beautiful it is…but it’s the flirtation of the Eiffel tower’s hourly twinkling that brings a tear to our eyes on this our last evening in this charming city.
Well not quite… cab ride back to the left bank to resume our shop trawl in St Germaine followed by a glass of bubbles at home whilst we gloat over our beautiful imaginary outfits and accessories…then debate the arduous task of where to dine this eve. The volume of restaurants in our arrondissement, the Latin Quarter, is overwhelming. Bruna to the rescue.- Monsieur Lapin!
Fifi’s been yearning for Lapin (rabbit) and so it shall be…on B and R’s recommendation the quaint restaurant Monsieur Lapin doesn’t disappoint…Crispy Rabbit Pie, a perfectly risen Soufflé a robust Sauvignon Blanc from the south of France all suitably satisfy Fifi’s needs. A fun girly day, a lovely dinner, celebrating days also spent learning about key pieces in the Louvre, exploring the Jardins Luxembourg, Parthenon and Basilica du Sacra Coeur...our work here is almost done!
