At the time of writing, it is just after 1 AM and I am just in bed, with drooping eyes and burning feet. I just returned from a party by Eleven Paris hosted by Solange Knowles, where Kelly Rowland was also eagerly sipping on a cocktail. But first, let's go back in time, because we started at 09:00 at Amsterdam Central when the Thalys took me to Paris.

You probably still remember the disastrous car ride to Paris with me and Jet last September (if not, here and here read what happened) so I was going to approach this differently this time. The train whisked me to Gare du Nord in three hours, so I arrived in Paris extremely relaxed.

The metro took me to my apartment where I quickly changed into another outfit before taking the metro again for the first appointment: the show of A.F. Vandevorst. Together with my Parisian friend Noor from Queen of Jetlags, so you understand, it was very pleasant. The show itself turned out not to be a show but a kind of presentation, only there were three million people and you could hardly see the clothes. Therefore, we chatted with some acquaintances and then left the venue for a little recharge moment on a French terrace.

Meanwhile, Noor is taking photos of everything around her, anyone who thinks that life as a blogger is all fun and games is completely wrong – I spent the whole day listening with ringing ears to all the inside information about her profession.

Anyway, we walk past Ladurée to Avenue Georges V because that’s where the next spectacle is, namely the show of Zadig & Voltaire. You should know, I am very very very fond of Zadig & Voltaire and this collection was again to die for. But I will tell you more about that later.

And then our feet start protesting hard and our stomachs too. We walk to Noor's hotel, drain the wifi, raid the minibar, check emails and, very importantly, Instagram. After a spritz of perfume and a bit of makeup, we head to the last stop: Solange's party. It’s a huge trendy gathering, with wild music and incredibly beautiful people.

Tomorrow (or today for you) we have a long and early day so you won’t believe it: but we decide to skip the other parties that were on the agenda and go to bed on time. Or at least, sort of on time. I know, what is happening! I’m being sensible! C’est pas normal. On Monday, you will read more about Paris, au revoir!