Every visit to Paris must be finished off with a night at the Crazy Horse Cabaret......Trained in ballet, all the dancers are perfectly integrated into the full choreography of the piece, creating the most stunning possible nude visual effect through their movement and bodies.... and they wear Louboutins too.
Winter ..... is for Venice. How I love that place in the winter... Venice is another world, an enchanted place where sea becomes land, cars are boats, streets are canals, and reality and fantasy blur. But winter makes it even more romantic, as the mist fills the streets and the icy waters flood the cobbled street at night, so much so, that the hunky locals offer to carry you across to your doorstep. Venice is about bagging yourself a gorgeous apartment with its own private staircase leading to the canal. Very Gothic, very unforgettable.... When I was 17, my friend and I stayed in such an apartment, and I still remember how otherworldly that staircase leading to a basement filled with water appeared.
And of course, nothing beats walking across the Piazza San Marco to the Codognato-run jewellery boutique window to spot Your Memento Mori. This tiny shop full of baroque opulence, established back in 1866, always appears to be closed and actually lets very few people in.... pieces in here - most of which look like they should be in a museum - are at mind-boggling prices.