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 …
After too many late nights, a lazy day yesterday and a fitful nights sleep of dreaming in French, mind you my French is no better in my sleep, than when I am awake, I needed the cool wind in my face and some exercise. I needed to go to Gard du Nord today, so, as …
With so many plans and places to tick off, I’m exhausted, I left the apartment late, kicking myself I had missed such a lovely sunny day and walked around aimlessly. Had a coffee at Petit fer a Cheval, my favourite bar in Paris and then just wandered, when I came across rue Volta, I remembered …
I can never determine what time it is or what the weather is like, when I first wake up in the morning. Waking early, I popped my head out the window and it was cold and raining. Hopping back into bed with a cup of tea, I pondered how I could keep out of the …
I calmly encouraged someone to help me pull the maggots from the open wound on my foot. My feet must have been aching, even in my sleep, to inspire such a dream. Despite the sore feet and bad dream, yesterday’s 15km walk, left me wanting more. The sky was blue, the sun was shinning, I left …
Walking around Paris is one of the things I enjoy most about being in this beautiful city. Today, I estimated I walked over 15 kilometres. I may not have had a rip roaring New Years Eve but what I did have, was a wonderful, New Years Day full of lovely surprises. Being Sunday …
Christmas and New Year bring out all types of emotions for many. Reflectiveness, sadness, excitement, happiness, but for a guy below my apartment, it makes him want to shout to the world at the top of his lungs. I have no idea what he is saying but it doesn’t stop. First Christmas and now New …
Today I stepped out of Paris and into a quaint little village. Well, that is how it felt when I entered Butte-aux-Callies, in the 13th arrondissement of Paris. To get there I could have taken the metro but I preferred the 3km walk. Observing how the areas change from one arrondissement to the next, each …
In a city that doesn’t seem to have too many issues wearing fur, decked out in my new fur scarf that has a tail and two feet at either end, I hunted down The Musee de la Chase et de la Nature. The Museum of Hunting & Nature. A warning, this may upset some folk. …
The temperature plummeted and a blanket of mist hung over the Seine today. Heading over to the rive gauche, the left bank, to explore the 6th arrondissement, with the chilly wind whipping around my face and the cold stinging my fingers, I pass the Notre Dame on the way. But not before a quick pause. …