By Amy Lawrenson
A hop, skip and a jump from Roland Mouret at The Westin Hotel was Issey Miyake in a tent, in the Tuilleries.
There Eugene Souleiman was busy conjouring up 'organised chaos' in models' hair - sprouting ponytails involving plenty of Wella Ocean Spritz, back combing and flat ironing for a look that was strangely wearable looking...
Lucia Pieroni added the illusion of razor sharp cheek bones with a MAC card as a guide and a whole lot of pink opal and white pigment.
Then it was back to Angelina's, I resisted the cake (again) and went for an Avocado Tartare - the waiter look bemused, then laughed at me when I tried to order in French. Sacre bleu. It was as tasty as it looks, I would thoroughly recommend.
Next, I hopped in a taxi to Pierre Caron, a jewellery shop, I was there on err, important work research stuff (*looks at floor, shuffles feet*) The jewellery is dainty, pretty and surprisingly affordable. I got three rings and a pair of studs for under 60 euros - can't argue with that.