A big knotted ball has developed in my stomach. I know, this is a signal, I don’t want to leave Paris and this is my last full day here. What is it about this beautiful city of Paris that steals people’s hearts. Is it the beautiful design of the city, the architecture, the ancient café’s …
My good friend, Peter, flew up from Nice especially to visit me in Paris. He arrived unwell, with a bad cold but still managed to meet me for dinner. I had been dying to go to Au Pied de Cochon (at the foot of pig) and finally my time had arrived. Au Pied de Cochon is a …
Riding the Paris Metro is fun, safe and easy, as long as you now how. Each day I watch and sometimes help people, looking bewildered and lost, pouring over maps, arguing or getting frustrated. It is not that bewildering, here is how you do it. Le Metro The first train leaves its …
My good friend Peter and I had a nice lunch with a lovely French friend of his, who he tutored English many moons ago, when we were all young and free, in the 80’s. Afterwards, he had a business meeting and I decided, I might try to find some great over the knee boots, I …
Sunday evenings are now locked in for Jim Hayne’s famous dinners. This, being my second dinner, I didn’t look like a deer caught in the traffic lights, it was the new incoming, who took over this role. But I rush ahead of myself. Pierre had offered to take me on the Bateaux Mouches and, Emile had kindly …
Finally the day had arrived, I was to have Emilie and Bouba for dinner at my apartment. It is hardly a good idea to feed the French, French food and knowing Bouba enjoys a spicy meal, I would cook a Malaysian Lamb Curry with potatoes. It is a relatively simple dish and I …
Late nights in Paris are fun and since meeting people, especially Georgie, the way I do things and the things I do, have changed, since I first arrived in Paris. However, I do get pangs of guilt for not being out and about, taking photos and seeing museums. Today I decided …
An invitation for an afternoon wine, turned into an unexpected evening full of laughter and tears. When I travel overseas, I like to use the local transport, it is a great way of observing the average person, in this instance, the Parisian, going about their daily commute but I hadn’t ventured onto a bus since …
Georgie and I had a lunch date today, of all places at the Gare de Lyon train station, Paris. Big international train stations can be exciting, hectic and sometimes dodgy places. People are rushing to catch their train, travellers with backpacks or suitcases, businessmen on mobile phones, checking their watches. They can also attract, the homeless, …
There are so many ways to communicate; language is only one way. Communication or miscommunication, can give the wrong message, it can upset, make you angry, cry but it can also make you laugh, or can help you connect with others. Pierre and I were to meet at the front of the Notre Dame, 7pm. …