I woke up at 8:50 on Sunday morning. That's exactly 10 minutes before Blogshop was going to start. I was late. Really late.

I jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, swiped on eye liner and ran out the door, tearing into the café across the street to grab a couple of bottles of water and ran down to the metro. I came up from the metro at Bastille and scurried to the studio, to which I arrived within 25 minutes of waking up, and class had not started yet. Hello, again, high school.

Day 2 of Blogshop was just as fantastic as day 1. I will definitely be doing more of a review of Blogshop next week over at Piccola, but the workshop really was fantastic. We sat all day learning all kinds of goodies, and day 2 focused a lot on photo retouching. Too bad I can't make those eye bags disappear so easily in real life.

During lunch, Sarah and I ran down the street for hot chocolate, and wandered into a jewelry store where my shopping began. I picked up a couple of pieces, and we ran down to finish up our last day of class.

After class, Anna, Liz and I headed down the street for a pre-dinner drink. We chatted about kids and dogs, and how kids are like dogs, and enjoyed our beverages. It was a perfect way to end a day of staring at a computer screen.

We parted ways and I returned to my little section of Paris, where I decided to keep a low dinner profile by snagging goodies from a patisserie close to my hotel. The case was so inviting, I almost bought everything. Instead, I settled for the best tomato pizza of my life, half a dozen macarons (pistachio and lemon are my official favorites) and an almond meringue that was bigger than my hand.

I took them back to my room, where I sat on the 5th floor balcony  staring out at the city and stuffing my face, completely happy with myself and where I was. (Walking up 5 flights of stairs multiple times a day is how I justified eating the way I did, just so you know.)

After my pieced together dinner, I headed down to the café across the street, where I enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine to wind down from the day. The magic of Paris can really be overwhelming. That's why they drink so much wine.

Images of me by Angela Kohler