It’s nearly half past one in the morning and I am still getting myself organised to leave for France tomorrow. Although the trip has been pencilled in for a while, I only confirmed I was going, and the tickets were only booked, last thing yesterday, so I haven’t really got my head around the fact I am now away until next Monday.
I’m off to Paris for the Louis Vuitton show first thing. I had decided not to go to Paris this season, although it’s always tempting. But, really, it’s an enormous indulgence for me to take over a week away from my business for no good commercial reason, and additionally to go without a publication subsidising my costs, which is why very few freelancers & independents attend the shows outside of their native countries.
But when Vuitton invited me to their show, I had a change of heart. What harm would one day playing truant do? But I still wasn’t sure if I could make it work with my schedule, plus I was supposed to be going to Switzerland this weekend to attend Meriel’s baby shower. But then some meetings were cancelled, and suddenly I was free to go to Paris…Hurrah!
So I had a think about logistics, and realised that going to Paris & back in a day, and then heading off to Lausanne on Friday didn’t make such sense – that was an awful lot of wasted time in transit. Plus the feasible flights to Geneva left from Stansted or Gatwick at 7am, expensive, miles away from central London, and almost impossible to get to very early in the morning. And I would have to get a connecting train from Geneva to Lausanne.
So I am feeling rather smug at my eventual solution: I am taking the very first Eurostar out tomorrow at the barely functioning time of 0540hrs to get to the show at 10am. Then, thanks a very last minute press request to The Seven Hotel, which I have had on my to-do review list for an age, I am staying in Paris until Friday morning, when I shall catch a train to Lausanne, a lovely journey that only takes about four hours.
On the way back from Lausanne on Monday, I will break in Paris for lunch & a meeting, and then catch the evening train back to London. SO much nicer than flying – it takes a little longer, but is much less exhausting, as all I have to do is sit still, and be delivered within minutes of my ultimate destination – I live two stops on the Underground from the Eurostar terminal at St Pancras.
And now I really must go to pack…everything is still on my bed and I have zero idea what I will wear to the show tomorrow.