Early January is always a struggle for me. I cross from one year to the next full of positivity and excitement for what the months ahead will bring. But then the holiday chocolate runs out and the weather turns disgusting. My mind tends to wander and I imagine where I’d prefer to be.
Today, I’m remembering early morning breakfasts in my tiny Paris hotel room. A cup of tea, some tasty French yogurt and an handful of sweet Périgord strawberries. Jetlag always had me up early, so I’d read or watch Netflix until it was late enough in the morning to head out for a fun-filled day in one of my favourite cities.