After a 20 hour flight and a four hour stop over, Paris seems so far away now and I miss it. Last year was horrendous. Filled with tremendous pain and betrayal, I took my broken heart and what I called; my heart on my sleeve, to Paris. Hoping she could help me mend it. …
Leaving Paris is always upsetting and never easy for me. Feeling lost, walking along the left bank of the Seine, a tight knot was developing in my stomach, as the feeling of dread and melancholy swept over me. Last night, in the company of a lovely Parisian, sipping Beaujolais in the courtyard of the Louvre, with …
When I woke this morning, I was clutching my mobile phone and it took me a few seconds to work out why. I needed to be up early this morning and somehow I must have turned off the alarm in my sleep and slept in. Throwing around a lot of expletives, pacing around in circles, …
My time in Paris is running out. I want to lie, face down on the apartment floor and bang my hands and feet in rage and scream I don’t want to go. Une enfant, the French would call me, a child, but that is how I feel. Now that reality has hit, I need to …
When I arrived at Galleries Lafayette, to check out day two of the sales in Paris, it seemed more crowded than pre-Christmas shopping. All the Christmas decorations and wonderful animated displays had been removed and replaced with very lush window displays dedicated to Chanel. If day two of the January sales in Paris was anything …
When I heard the unfamiliar sound of the alarm this morning, I almost had to peel myself from the bedroom ceiling. Then, I remembered, I had to get up early today. A small adventure was awaiting me. Living in Australia and receiving email updates from my favourite shoe shop in London is a big tease. …
Street Art Paris Tomorrow the sales start in Paris. I did what any smart Parisienne shopper would do, I started looking around, trying on clothes in advance, for the big day. This way, once the prices are reduced, all I need do, is pluck the desired items from the racks, with no need to line …
I woke to the sound of shopping trolleys, from the apartment above and the street below. Sunday is market day. Jumping out of bed, I walked to the Bastille Markets. It is difficult not to get caught up in the excitement, as shoppers, rugged up against the cold, with shopping trolleys and …