Paris - part 1

You know you have OQD (Obsessive Quilting Disorder) when you go to Paris and:

1. The first photo you take is of the ceiling in Manchester Airport terminal 2 because it looks like it could inspire an interesting foundation pieced design.

2. You go and look at the quilt shop near Notre Dame on a day when you know it is not open just to make sure it really is there and your addiction will be fulfilled if you just wait until Tuesday.

3. Even when it is still open you hang about the area for another hour and a half ( well how hard is that when the place is full of patisseries?) because the shop opposite that specialises in Native American books and magazines doesn't open until 2pm but has molas in the window. (And inside as it turns out but I decided I'd rather make one than buy one.)

4. You look at the famous window in Notre Dame cathedral and think: Well that's just a very fancy Dresden plate.

5. You sit in the one cafe at the foot of Sacre Cour that has direct views up to the building and take photos not of the iconic church but of the (closed) arts centre off to the right becuase these banners remind you of the molas you now want to make.

6. You scour all the kiosks by every metro station for a French patchwork magazine (partly because your husband made a jesting, throwaway comment along the lines of, 'I bet they don't have quilting magazines in French' and you wanted to prove him wrong and partly because you haven't seen an English one for four days and you really, really want to see some quilty pictures). Only, when you finally find one you have to put it back because it is a translation of a German magazine you already have.

7. Your husband takes you out for a beautiful Sunday lunch at a swish Montparnasse restaurant and you take photos of the floor.

Tune in tomorrow for Part 2!