This was the blog of an Eloise wannabe and her 2 roustabout kitties as they work on a book deal in the City of Lights, giggling all the way. Now it's the blog of an Eloise wannabe planning her next escape (California, Canadia?) with 2 other kitties--still working, still giggling.
So there Anita and I are in Starbucks today, this time at St. Philippe du Roule, and I see 2 young women walk in. One made me smile because she looked so like a Melbourne girl--product in her hair, which was two-tone--blond on top, black underneath--and more makeup than most women here. The other one, a brunette, looked like a teen and had a baby on her hip. Very pretty, but so young that I thought she had to be an au pair, no way that kid was hers. I heard an Australian accent, and laughed and said to Anita, "I was right, she's a Melbourne girl." Then the brunette looked at me and I looked at her and I thought "I know you. You're Lleyton Hewitt's wife."
Yeah, I know, she's got an identity of her own, but I'd forgotten her name because I didn't watch Home and Away all that much and I left Australia before her album was released and before she started dating Lleyton. So I got home, googled her, and yep, Bec Cartright has dyed her hair brown and they're in Paris for the French Open.
And there you have it, my first Australian celebrity spotting in Paris. If I'd been a bit faster, I would have yelled "COME ONNN, LLEYTON!" across the café then hummed some of the Rocky theme, just to make her feel at home. I know if Renée had been there, she would have. ;-)
Couldn't find any footage of Lleyton yelling "Come ONNN!!" but here's some of him taking the piss out of himself at last year's French Open. Enjoy!
