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. …
My nocturnal life is very much alive and well. I think I have resigned myself to the fact that this is my ‘night week’. When you live in a city, you often say, you will get around to doing things and sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t. You could sit back and wonder how many …
After such a late night last night, I fear that I am turning into a nocturnal creature of Paris The guilt of not seeing monuments and museums is starting to build up again but it only lasts for a short time. Since Jim Hayne’s dinner my mobile phone hasn’t stopped ringing and my pocket book …
Isn’t it funny when a girl wants to shop there are no language barriers. My new favourite shoe shop Henry Achkoyan Paris made shopping an absolute pleasure. I didn’t only buy one pair of shoes but two! Almost everyday, since I arrived in Paris, I walk past Henry Achkoyan shoe shop. From the very first day …
Today, being Sunday, started out pretty much like most days. Breakfast, although I don’t remember the seagulls, maybe they weren’t around today or maybe, I am familiar with the sounds of my neighbourhood. Red Skyped me from Australia and against my protests, insisted on a video call. Her, with an evening Cointreau and me, with …
What to do in Paris on a Saturday? I woke up this morning to an unfamiliar sound. My iphone was ringing. Thinking it was going to be a wrong number, I wasn’t that keen to leap out from under my pile of doonas. British Airways claim they have located my luggage and it will …
On my way to Musée Cognac-Jay, I passed through part of Place de Vosges, with a rude reminder that not all is beautiful in Paris. I find it upsetting the amount of homeless people who live in Paris. Maybe I don’t walk around my own city enough, to be confronted by it. An Irish guy …