I tried not to unpack too much as I knew I had to move but it proved to be difficult. So here I go again packing up all my belongings. It has been quite disruptive. My initial plan was to head to the markets on the day I arrived and stock up the apartment with …
I woke up with the laptop purring on my chest. Jet lag, a heavy back pack, the disappointment with my apartment and soft duck down pillows may have been some of the reasons I passed out minutes after getting into bed last night. I had a crazy idea that I would go back to …
What do they call those songs that you can’t get out of your head, worms? Ear worms? One had burrowed deep into my head while I slept like a baby last night after my big arrival and late night. Surprisingly I woke up feeling great and didn’t look too worse for wear but the song …
Four years ago when I dragged my broken heart to Paris, I was empty, raw, disillusioned with life and I was regularly seeing a counsellor. My counsellor, a warm and wonderful woman, assured me that it would take a long time to heal my aching heart but gave me hope. The …
There is never a lack of something to do in Paris. Whether it be an exhibition, visiting one of the 200 or more museums, exploring something new and hip, ticking off things on my extensive, ever growing list, or simply walking around, photographing and discovering what is around the corner, there is …
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 …
The rain is back, which meant I needed to do something that could be spent, mostly, indoors. I took the metro, to just outside of the Paris periphery, to the area of Vincennes and took shelter at Chateau Vincennes. I was slightly disappointed. The entry fee to the Chateâu Vincennes of €8.50 only allows entrance …
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 …