IMAGINE THIS: Dressed in my finest clothes, snapped up at the Paris sales, I approach the grand old mansion, unusually set back from the road, on the bourgeois Boulevard Haussmann. The chauffeur enters the circular driveway, designed specifically to allow guests to be dropped off at the base of the steps and move …
Peering out the window this morning, to see a sea of umbrellas, it helped me to decide what to do. A combination of a rainy day and running out of time prompted me to visit a temporary exhibition. I try to save museum visiting for rainy days or nights if I can. Most museums …
It happens around this time of the year, a certain type of melancholy. As my time nears to an end, I start thinking about work and start thinking about leaving, rather than ‘being’ in Paris. I try to shift the feeling by reminding myself that some visitors to Paris have a mere week or less …
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 …
I guess au revoir can mean goodbye but literally it means to re-see you again. Parisians don’t normally eat until around 7.30 – 8pm but we decided to have an early dinner and an early night, Chicky Babe was leaving Paris tomorrow and I had a walk planned for 10am. Sitting in a …
The weekend streets of Paris are busy, Sunday is quieter where local flâneurs step out. Lovers stroll hand in hand, pet owners walk their dogs and families take their children to the park, all the while, enjoying their city. The Lawyer had told me about a charming …
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 …
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 …