Why Did the Girl Stand In The Middle of the Road? The simple answer to this question, is to get one shot. This shot. But that isn’t completely true. The girl, being me, is a long stretch of the imagination to begin with and I didn’t take, ‘just one shot’. Last night I was reminded by …
Seeing a café called Bonne Nouvelle wasn’t unusual considering I was in the area of Bonne Nouvelle but it felt like a sign and I smiled as I snapped a picture of it. It was indeed good news and I was already off to a good start. Waking up feeling so much better than I had …
Another glorious sunny, blue sky winters day in Paris and lucky for me because I intended to sit on the open air top deck of the Canauxrama boat cruise that leaves from Bastille at the Porte de Paris Arsenal and cruise along Canal Saint Martin to Porte de Villette. …
As a general rule of thumb, I take the metro but on the few occasions that I have taken the bus it was fun watching the world go by than avoiding eye contact in the metro. Today being Boxing Day, with the traffic not too bad I decided on the bus. However trying to find …
Some people wish for a view of the Eiffel Tower from their apartment, some wish to fall in love in the City of Light, for me I wish that Parisian apartments would supply a shopping trolley. Braving the shoppers at Galleries Lafayette on Christmas Eve, requires a bit of stamina but I knew it might be my last opportunity to …
Attending a musical at the Chatelet Theatre each year is something I look forward to. I always manage to secure the same seat on the first balcony, the theatre is glorious and the audience are so responsive which adds to the experience. Tonight’s performance of Singin’ in the Rain raised the bar for any performance …
They say that the Big Apple never sleeps and sometimes I find neither does the City of Light, or Paris Adéle. I am always in a bit of a quandary with my blog the first week that I arrive in Paris, with so many things to do, the excitement of being here, friends to …
After my long treacherous walk yesterday, I arrived back at my accommodation exhausted with tired feet and muddy boots looking like a hobo. Not quite the look to be staying in such an establishment and especially when I had chosen the completely white room to spend the night in. Michel the manager and his …
Working, skimping and saving, wishing a whole year away only to arrive in Paris, to leave it a few days later seems like an oxymoron but that is what I have tended to do over the past three years or so. A couple of days spent settling in and then I am off to a …
My stomach somersaulted like an acrobat and sank slowly to my groin as I watched the photos I had taken earlier in the day download and corrupt before my eyes. All that I could see was a haze of colours distorting into abstract shapes. Was this to be the impending ‘Annual Parisian Incident’? I couldn’t bear to …