A big part of living in Paris is that your teeny weeny appartement will turn into a hotel (or a hostel if you're nasty). I'm a social person (kinda) so, in the past, I've been completely worn out with an army of friends and family and friends of friends and family of friends taking up what little time off I've had.
... and I don't like to do it.
Which is why I wanted to take the time to talk about a rare, beautiful occurrence that have given me so much joy over the years... the Lazy Visit.
What is a Lazy Visit, you ask? Well, a lazy visit is exactly what it says on the tin; a friend schedules a visit into the diary, comes up with a long itinerary full to the brim with museums, cycle tours and day trips out of the city, arrive full of beans and then... decides that they can't be bothered to do any of that and they'd much rather join you in your usual routine of doing absolutely nothing.
The Lazy Visit is a difficult thing to pull off. It is dependant on a certain level of familiarity and intimacy between the visitor and host. As tiring as regular visits are, the constant stream of culture, travel and rich foods is actual a helpful social buffer (which, God knows, I need the majority of the time). But when it goes right, it's a truly beautiful thing. Which brings me to the flying weekend visit I just received from a friend of mine from school (I'm bloody ancient at this point so just trust me, we've been friends for a long time...).
Really though, we don't hug.
In the two days he was here, we managed to do a grand total of: one walk, one bottle of wine, three meals, one visit to Pere Lachaise, four episodes of Younger (that show is crazy and hilarious) and three episodes of My Dad Wrote a Porno. And that, my friends is an ideal Lazy Visit. The weather was beautiful, I've barely moved and there was cheesecake. Visit perfection achieved.
Stay lazy, Queens. PEACE.
P.S. Pere Lachaise was absolutely gorgeous in the sun...
