I found myself faced with an unusual dilemma. Apart from a few last minute items, my suitcase was packed and ready to leave with me tomorrow. The lid closed easily, the weight seemed under and there was still plenty of room to spare. This problem needed to be rectified, tout de suite! If …
Having a penchant for cemeteries does not make me unique. However, perhaps getting excited about exploring the city’s undertakers may appear like a strange way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Feeling slightly guilty that I had slept in this morning, with this being one of my final two full days that I have left in …
OH WE FORGOT TO CLIMB UP THE EIFFEL TOWER, I squealed to my friend as we were about to leave Paris. Never mind, he calmly assured me, this will give you good reason to return. What I didn’t know then, on perhaps my 15th visit to Paris, on that sunny October …
CHICKEN, DANCE The title on my post probably has you conjuring up a visual of Paris Adéle, hands tucked up under armpits, elbows out wide, legs bent at the knees and performing some sort of idiotic dance through the streets of Paris. Never fear people, my chicken dancing days are over but give me a …
IMAGINE THIS: Dressed in my finest clothes, snapped up at the Paris sales, I approach the grand old mansion, unusually set back from the road, on the bourgeois Boulevard Haussmann. The chauffeur enters the circular driveway, designed specifically to allow guests to be dropped off at the base of the steps and move …
Peering out the window this morning, to see a sea of umbrellas, it helped me to decide what to do. A combination of a rainy day and running out of time prompted me to visit a temporary exhibition. I try to save museum visiting for rainy days or nights if I can. Most museums …
Standing on the bridge, taking photos I was completely absorbed when a young lady and I use the term loosely, approached me with a wedding band. Before she had the chance to speak, I roared with laughter, as heartily as I could possibly muster. The pretty pedestrian bridge I speak of …
It happens around this time of the year, a certain type of melancholy. As my time nears to an end, I start thinking about work and start thinking about leaving, rather than ‘being’ in Paris. I try to shift the feeling by reminding myself that some visitors to Paris have a mere week or less …
The Saturday streets of Paris can be busy which encourages me to get away from the main boulevards and delve into the smaller streets or move out further a field. Having not spent much time on the left bank this visit, I decided to give my feet a rest, catch the metro and visit a …
The plan looked like this, pop into BHV department store, blinkers on, no fashion shopping, buy a new memory card, escape unscathed and take the metro directly to Musée de l’Orangerie, hopefully avoiding queues to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition that is currently on display there. Nothing ever seems to go to plan in Paris …