So many downloading issues with my blog meant wasting an entire day to catch up. I decided this is not what being in Paris is all about. To live, breath, eat, explore and enjoy the city of Paris, that is what I am here for – yes the blog is a part of this to …
It may seem like a strange exercise to undertake but before I head off for Paris, I devise walking tours for myself, gathered from the information that I glean from books, websites and the internet. Chicky Babe was up for the challenge to accompany me, a warning that we may get lost, will walk for …
PIAF IS DEAD … Several people reminded me of this fact over the last few days, that Piaf is dead. I guess I didn’t explain myself properly when mentioning we were going to see Edith Piaf tonight. Sadly, this year is the 50th anniversary since she passed away. Chicky Babe and I …
Paris manages to drag out a creative side in me. The creative burst that topples out once a year when I am here is unexplainable but it feels good! The Stolen Bag Saga didn’t only steal away from me my belongings but it also has robbed me of creativity, confidence, precious time in Paris …
The plan looked something like this: go shopping Christmas Eve to buy a gift for my friend who was arriving in Paris early Christmas morning. Buy a few items to put in her apartment, so she had some essentials and a warm welcome. Go to a market stock up on some delicious food to …
I have been so insanely busy since arriving in Paris and with the lost luggage, my big adventure to the Loire Valley, the street art tour and my adventures on Sunday, which I will post out of order later, I have barely had time to think and certainly no time for rest. However, Sunday night …
Throw Ups, Bombs and Tags is some of the new language I learnt on my Street Art Tour today. This is street talk for graffiti dudes. Graffiti is alive and well and prolific throughout most of Paris, although there are certain areas more so than others. Our charming and passionate guide Jason put us in …
The plan for today was to rise before dawn and make it to Chateau de Chambord in order to take some sunrise shots. I had read somewhere that this would be a spectacular sight and that the Chateau would appear to be rising out of the mist as day broke. Le Grand Hotel de …
The subtle difference between a so called whore’s breakfast and a French breakfast is the croissant. I settled on a French breakfast at Austerlitz train station this morning; a croissant, a short black coffee, better known in France as un café and a cigarette before heading off on my awfully big adventure. The original …
There had been no time for excitement for this upcoming trip to Paris, with so much to attend to before leaving, I could barely wrap my head around the idea that I would be leaving the sweltering Queensland summer heat and humidity and after a 35 hour journey, I would arrive in Paris, snuggled …