A Poor Girl’s Guide to Paris.

Parisienne chic on a budget, where to stay, things to do and places to see
Sacré Cœur in Montmartre

Ella here reporting to you how to do Parisienne chic on a budget.

I’m lucky in that I get to go to Paris pretty often since my mum moved there at the end of 2014. As great as it is getting to visit this heckin’ cool city twice a year, travelling ain’t cheap. However, I’ve learnt a thing or two about getting around on the (somewhat) cheaps, with the added bonus getting to check out cool places that I wouldn’t otherwise know about if my mum didn’t live there. Here are some tips I have picked up about visiting this fab city over the years.

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Introverted Thoughts on a Night Out.


Disclaimer: This post was written as a trial for a nightlife blog that was just launching. They wanted different folks to write about all aspects of nightlife, from what to wear, where to go, what booze to drink and the best hangover cure. They wanted all sorts of different writers so that their content could be as varied and diverse as possible. It was also a paid position. A paid position! Not much, mind you, but if I got it, I could finally get my foot in the door and start calling myself a freelance writer. 

Except, despite me getting it sent well before our agreed deadline, the guy never got back to me, even when I sent him another email a few days later to give him a polite nudge. Oh well, can’t miss what you didn’t have. So I’m whacking it on my own blog – I hope you guys like it!

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My First Ascot.

Apologies for the silence, but I’ve been stricken down with a particularly nasty cold in the past few days which is refusing to shake off. However, I am on the mend, and excited to tell you all about my first day at Ascot Racecourse this past Sunday!

Ascot and all that surrounds it was (and still is, tbh) all very alien to me. I’ve never been one for gambling or watching races, and all the horses and suits and fancy hats feels very other worldly to me. However, when Matt suggested that we go because his company had bought a box, I could hardly pass the experience to pretend I was on Made In Chelsea for an afternoon!

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