Côte D'Azure... Or is it?


Bonjour from the French Riviera
where the waters are blue
and life is good.

Yes, it's true...
the waters in Nice are stunningly blue.

It makes me want to shimmy out of my winter coat
and take a running leap for the lapping waves...
the only thing keeping me from doing so
is common sense and these chilly temps.

Though this may be the Azure Coast,
I am seeing yellow everywhere!









And tomorrow?

Cannes!

I'll be keeping my eyes peeled
for any of my favorite A-Listers.



*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy

Flying Budget European Airlines: A Tutorial


I try to fly British Airlines whenever possible...
as an AAdvantage member since the age of 4
{thanks, dad!}
there is nothing that gets my toes tingling more 
than seasonal offers for double miles
& discounted award travel.

However my urge to travel can trump 
even my stedfast loyalty to the One World Alliance...
and sometimes, when you see a ticket to somewhere exotic
and it will only cost you £19.99...
you gotta do what you've got to do.

Europe has loads of budget airlines...
each more cheesy & gimmicky than the rest.

So how do you pick? How do you choose?

And most importantly... how does one survive
the terrible music, people herding & crazy rules
that come as the unwritten tax of traveling these budget airlines?

Well... I'll do my best to help.

Today we flew from Paris to Nice via EasyJet
and we were traveling with a group of 
budget-airline rookies.

When they were charged £30 and forced to check their bags,
I considered it fair game...
but when I saw tears well up in the eyes 
of my fellow passenger, I realized...
there are some definite rules that Americans don't understand
when planning to vacation with these airlines.

5 THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT BUDGET AIRLINES


1. For the most part, when you book a ticket to a destination...
you aren't actually going to that destination.

"London-Luton," "Paris-Orly," "Barcelona-Giro"
all of these destinations imply close proximity to dream destinations,
but beware: most budget airlines fly into airports that are about 45 min - 1 hour
away from the city center of your destination.

This will require a bus ticket or train ticket
into the city and additional travel time.

Though, to be fair, every airport I have flown into
makes these connections very obvious & easy...
and bus tickets typically range around $12 per person.

2. To keep your travel price to the actual price you paid for your ticket...
pack light. Like, really really light.

I used to think Europeans were funny people 
who just preferred quirky glasses & tiny-astronaut-esque luggage.

Now that I fly their airlines,
I realize they just have luggage that meets these airline's requirements.

{Editors note: Still think some of their glasses are hilarious. Yeah, you Italy.}

These airlines make their money off enforcing luggage.
If you think TSA in the states is tough, you've never met a Spanish RyanAir gate clerk.
Each person and their carry on is checked and tagged for approval.
And if you try to sneak through with a bag that is too big? 
Well, that'a £30 and a checked bag.

Be sure to double check your airline's measurements before heading to the airport.

3. Get there early
and don't forget to print your ticket.

Printing your ticket at the airport 
comes with a fee of around £25 per ticket.

These flights operate on a "first-come, first-serve" basis on flight space.
Since everyone is trying to avoid baggage fees
and will be carrying their luggage,
it means one thing for you:
limited luggage space.

Plan on standing for about an hour in line
waiting to board your plane.

If you are being walked on the plane,
always head to the back line. 
It's less crowded and you'll be closer to the door upon arrival...
which means you can have a jump start on the customs line.

4. Nothing is free.
Nope, not even water.

But I did pay £2.50 for some delicious peppermint tea...
and when I knocked over the entire cup in the process of taking this picture,
the sweet attendant brought me a stack of napkins...
and a fresh cup. 


Apparently, on EasyJet flights in France,
they'll whip you up a Croque Monsier...

Tyler wasn't disappointed, and I'll agree: 
it looked way better than those AA pizzas.


5. You are entering a marketing experience
that has no shame & unabashed use of primary colors.

Duty-free? Tabaco-less cigarettes? Airline Apps? Lotto scratch cards?

If they won't make money off of you from your ticket price,
they'll do their best to pry it out of your fingers in another way.

It's a type of travel that I highly recommend for young people,
single people or people who are a bit familiar with the culture....
otherwise, it might possibly be too much of a hassle.

While it may sound whiney,
just know this:
at the end of the {really long & exhausting} day,
you'll be somewhere amazing
and you'll have spent so little to get there.

I do fly these airlines, and I do it often...
It's not the most glamorous way to travel,
but then again... 
I never seem to remember having to spend £3 for a Diet Coke
when I'm sitting in a piazza in Italy.

And the in-flight entertainment when flying across Europe
is never a disappointment...
the landscapes are stunning.







Taxi Cab Confessions: Paris Edition


I know, I know...
all this hype about moving to Paris
and then nothing but radio silence since I left.

C'est incroyable.

As much as I like to think this spring is all about 
me frolicking down the Seine at my leisure
with a mille feuille in one hand 
& a painfully heavy Chanel bag in the other...
the truth is...
I actually do have to work.

And work have I been doing!

All the little things that take forever when you move somewhere...
{but take infinity longer when you are in France}
cell phones, transit cards, bank accounts, tenancy issues.

Les plaisirs de France.

As I've been jutting around this gorgeous city
schlepping giant bags & newly acquired items like desktop printers,
it's been mainly in the back of a cab.

I've seen the Eiffel Tower about 16 times... through a car window.
I've idled along Ile St. Louis... in traffic.

While a taxi is the least romantic way to experience Paris, fear not:
I'll have plenty of time to strut this city this spring.

So while I'm out today
going back to the phone store on the Champs-Elysees
and heading to an Apple appointment at the Louvre...

Why don't you join me?












*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy

City of Brights


By the time the sleepy heads on the West Coast read this,
I'll be pulling out of St. Pancras Station
and waving "Bon Voyage" to crowds of confused bystanders.

And I'll be wearing this.

Dorothy Perkins, $89 | Kara Ross Earrings 


Isn't it amazing?

But the truth is...
 I actually won't be wearing either of these beauties.

In fact,
I'll be wearing a dress 
I found on clearance at Gap yesterday for £4.65.

It's pretty cute, too, though.

Oh well,
I'll be happy with just one dream
coming true for today.

{You know, that one dream about moving to Paris.}

Au revoir, mes cheries!




A Bit of Bubbly.


The next two weeks involve a bit of hotel hopping for us.

We were in London last night,
in Birmingham tonight,
back to London tomorrow night, 
parked in Paris for several days,
& then bouncing to a different hotel 
throughout Southern France
each night for a week.



While I might estimate that 14% of my waking hours
are spent packing, re-packing & lugging heavy bags around the earth,


I know, I know...
Not a single one of you feels sorry for me.

And I'm not asking you to, either.
The truth is relaxation is always close at hand.

Well, assuming that we have a bath tub in our hotel room.


Because when that is the case,
I'll spend my night soaking 
and singing along to my iTunes playlists.



Since hotel amenities can be hit or miss
I always pack my own.

{Yeah, I'm talking to you, crappy bar of soap.}




Taking a soak in this bath oil makes me feel like a princess.
I originally got it at Regent Tweet with Helena 
and am about to restock my dwindling stash.





These bubbles are gorgeous. 
The pistachio scent is what I soak in
when I'm primping to get fancy.



My mom loves Molton Brown products,
and always makes sure her daughters are supplied.
This particular scent is crisp & feminine. 



Soap that is packaged like this...
and that smells like blood oranges?
If you don't want one based off those two factors,
you aren't my people.

Well, okay, 
obviously you're still my people.

You know I wouldn't pull the plug on our friendship over something that silly.




*PS. We stayed in the Thistle, Hyde Park last night.
 We found a great deal on lastminute for £99 per night,
and were very pleased with it... especially that marble bath tub.



Monday Moods: I feel... off.


After one month in the US,
our bags are once again packed
and stuffed with the splendors
of Christmas morning & American retail prices.

Delicacies such as chile rellenos & fried okra
have made our jeans fit a bit tighter,
but the time with our loved ones has made our heart swell, too.

So as I anxiously await touching down in London
and moving on to a glorious stint in Paris,
I'm also saying goodbye to a few aspects of life
that I've been enjoying so much in the States.

Hunting through my mom family's abandoned grocery store for buried treasures. I found some good ones!

Roasting s'mores with family and watching Downton Abbey.

The retail craziness in the US. So much of everything... Is that 24 species of Pop-Tarts?

Decent burgers- because let's be honest: England kinda sucks at making burgers.

Spending time with my grandma...

And surprising her with dinner on her wedding china. (She wanted "spaghetti with a big glass of milk." ha!)

And of course, playing with my sweet niece. Good grief, I love that girl.



*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy

NYC 5th Anniversary Photo Shoot


While we were in New York 
celebrating our fifth anniversary,
we had some pictures taken
by the one & only, Victoria Wall.

I wasn't feeling particularly photogenic that day.

We had been walking all day,
I had eaten two hot dogs & a piece of cake an hour before...
definitely not the pre-game routine a model would recommend.

I ditched the red dress bought especially for the occasion,
and defaulted to my daily uniform
of £4 black skinny jeans & a blazer.

Victoria met us at the hotel
walked us a couple of blocks 
towards Bergdorfs & Central Park
and snapped sporadic shots along the way.

Did I have high hopes for how they would turn out?

Not really...
but when I got these in my inbox last night,
I learned an important lesson:
 Never underestimate the skill of a good photographer.

What Michaelangelo could do to a hunk of marble,
so Victoria did with two tired lovebirds.

These shots capture the both of so well,
highlight the January weather that made our wedding so perfect,
and are a keepsake that we'll enjoy looking at through the years.



























*all images by NYC based photographer, Victoria Wall.
**please do not use without crediting source.


Grab Bag Winner


Attention, please.
Attention, please.

Ladies & Gentlemen...



Congratulations Katie for winning the giveaway.

I'll be shipping you
this Kate Spade cosmetic case from NYC,
this yellow scarf's twin from Oxford,
a tin of English candies,
some bright Indian bangles,
and a really cool Indian ashtray....
which I, a non-smoker, bought because it was so cool.

Thanks for all your love the past few days...
I really hope I didn't sound too dramatic.

Just as much as I love being connected to social media,
I value my rare face-time with people so much more...
and this was a good week to be logged off.

Thanks for all your kind words. 
I think you are pretty awesome.



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