Goodbye, Europe!

By the end of this entry, I realize how blessed all of us are, to be able to go back to the comfort of our own home and families, safely. My thoughts and prayers are constantly with the passengers and crews of flight MH17.
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It was our last day in Paris. We only have about 6 hours left before we boarded the train back to London. With limited time such as that, I told my husband we needed to go to La Vallée Village the Designer Outlet to see if there was anything worth buying.

There wasn't. La Vallée Village is just like Bicester Village in London (the look and feel pon are about the same), but the collection/brands they carry there aren't as variety as those in Bicester, much to my disappointment. We spent just about 30 mins there and decided to leave because we couldn't find something that we actually liked there. Even the Prada outlet didn't have the bag that I wanted, but we were told that it could be found in the boutique in Paris. (We were in Val D'Europe then still)

Lucky thing La Vallée Village was just behind our hotel, so we walked back to our hotel, took our luggage and decided to go back to Paris city to checkout the Prada boutique there. The rest of the family didn't come with us, so it was just us boarding the train on our own to Paris city.

Once we reached Paris city, we hired a cab to bring us to Prada. However, we had a hard time telling the cab driver to bring us to Prada! I was like, biar betol pakcik ni taktau Prada tu apa. Dah lah taktau Prada, English pon taktau. Grrr. The Internet signal was not helping either! It was so poor, I couldn't Google for the address to give to the cab driver! Pffffttt.

Anyway, while we were going rounds and rounds, trying to find the boutique, we saw Ladurée famous for their mouth watering macarons, but we were running out of time, so we were not able to stop.

Finally, we told the cab driver to pull over at a row of designer boutiques, where one of the sales assistant assisted us to the way to Prada. Finally someone that understands English! Once we reached the boutique, naturally the first thing I asked Dominic the sales assistant was (yes I remember his name because he was so good loking!), "Do you speak English?"

LOL. Because like said, all the French people there either purposely refuse to speak in English or do not know English, it made communication soooo difficult! His reply was, "Yes. Why, is it that hard to find someone who speaks English here?" Hahaha.

We learnt later from him that French people are actually the laziest people you can find on earth. They do not want to learn or progress, thinking that they are the mightiest race in the world. That explains the stubbornness and refusal to speak/learn English!

Anyway, long story cut short, we finally got what we wanted here. We were actually there to get a Saffiano for my elder sister. (I was aiming for Alma from LV all along) So imagine my surprise when my husband told me, "If you see anything you like here, get it,"

I couldn't believe my ears. I was like, "No wayyyyy, reallyyyyy? But, we will still go to LV though, right? I will still get my Alma, right? Righttt?"

And all he could say was, "Taknak sudah" like always. Hahaha. Mak apa lagi nyahhh. Shopping bag ahhhh. :P

No, that's not the bag that I bought hehe. It does remind me of LV's Alma Epi, though. Oh and while I was busy trying out different bags, the kids were busy snacking away -- in Prada! Haha. 

The sales assistants were all really cool about it too. In fact, I think the sales assistants there are way friendlier compared to the ones in Malaysia. This is one thing I notice that is good about the people there - the educated ones that is. They don't judge, if you know what I mean. You can come into the store with some stupid baju and selipar; they will still entertain you nicely.

We were also served with drinks once we were done with the purchase.

So, any guesses to which bag from Prada that won my heart? Yeap, gotta be the Saffiano! Hehe.

As soon as we left the boutique, we found the time in our hands. Just an hour to go before the train leaves us! We were supposed to drop by LV, but there wasn't any more time! It was either rush, of pay €180 each for the next train!

Long story cut short, we managed to board the train on time.

Unfortunately the rest of the families that were still in Val D'Europe then didn't manage to board on the train on time! They thought it would be a waste to spend €180 each, so they took the bus instead, that took them a whopping 8 hours of journey back to London. It was a horrible experience for them apparently, but well, still an experience! (Although I don't mind not experiencing it hahaha) :P

The next day, we had a few hours left before our flight back to Malaysia, so my husband and I decided to quickly checkout the Louis Vuitton boutique in Oxford Street to get my dream bag! :D :D

Yes, I was wearing the same outfit from the day before because the rest of the bajus were already packed in the luggage and would be troublesome to take everything out again! Baju semalam pon baju semalam lah, janji I finally got my white Alma, the bag of my dreams! :D

Then, we headed home, packed our bags and headed to Gatwick Airports to catch our flight home to Malaysia.

All in all, it was a hectic but definitely an exciting trip to Europe. We had good memories there, both good and bad, but will we ever go there again? Definitely! (Gotta think twice about Paris though) :P Until we meet again, Europe! xoxo.