A few weeks ago, the rain drizzled and avocado toast and flowers were on my mind. I met two friends at a small, lovely cafe called Peonies in the 10th arrondissement, the first cafe in Paris to sell flowers and coffee both in the same place. I wore my light pink jumper purely to match with the colours of the cafe. Small details that maybe only I notice but it’s the small things in life after all. I loved every part of the cafe, from it’s pastel pink tables to the floral artwork on its walls to the perfectly prepared avocado toast that successfully satisfied my cravings. Next time I go, I will definitely try their lovely looking sweet treats and will purchase a bouquet of flowers in the spring time and happily stroll along the streets of Paris with a full heart and soul.   The next weekend, I ventured out to rue Cremieux, which I had seen to promise colourful houses nestled away from Paris’s historic architecture, similar to houses in Notting Hill, which is one of my …