Here you are treated to a rare picture of Ian in real life, not the tea-making sunnyboy you may know him as from the agency: as soon as Paddy falls asleep on the Eurostar, Ian grabs all his food and does not stop munching till Paris Montparnasse (which is even more meaningful since the train stopped en route for 2 hours). And they say I am the food-junkie!
On our first night we found this lovely (ok, the boys called it "airy-fairy") little bookshop/bar which we spent a fair amount of our hard-earned Euros in.
The next day it was all about sightseeing (or shall I call it "posing"?). Please note Ian's broken arm which to Paddy seemed a fair punishment for the stolen food. Paddy later admitted he may have gone slightly overboard with his reaction.
This is Davina doing a first (of many) shoot for her audacious proposal to Garnier the next day - the woman seriously suggested to the French Garnier-team that Davina McCall be replaced with Davina Hall, can you believe this?
Please note the professional photographer next to me who is braving the Champs Elysee traffic in order to get a piece of these yummy models and their perfectly natural pose!
Ian and Davs were not the only ones that got on well: Paddy and my sister soon discovered they had a shared passion for beer (and French men, but I won't get Paddy to admit this - yet).
While most of us had to stick to beer the whole night because Paris was intent on ripping us of our last cents, some of us stuck to cocktails the whole night - resulting in some shaky midnight-midstreet posing like the above!
Finally, the real reason we came to France! Oh no, wrong photo!
Yes, this is the right one! The real reason we went to Paris was to visit our Publicis France Headquarters in order to do a case study on Garnier - and to have a look at the amazing agency building situated directly on the Champs Elysee - about Ian's arm's-length from the Arc de Triomphe!
Thanks to the great team at Publicis France we had a very enjoyable and instructive workshop and an excellent lunch at the exquisite Publicis restaurant. My special thanks go to my sister Frieda who let us stay at her fantastic apartment and to Sira who gave me some life-saving instructions to the airport. (This did not stop my plane from being 5 hours late, but left me with the great feeling that this time at least my delay was utterly not my fault).
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