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 …
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 …
Having a penchant for cemeteries does not make me unique. However, perhaps getting excited about exploring the city’s undertakers may appear like a strange way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Feeling slightly guilty that I had slept in this morning, with this being one of my final two full days that I have left in …
OH WE FORGOT TO CLIMB UP THE EIFFEL TOWER, I squealed to my friend as we were about to leave Paris. Never mind, he calmly assured me, this will give you good reason to return. What I didn’t know then, on perhaps my 15th visit to Paris, on that sunny October …
The Saturday streets of Paris can be busy which encourages me to get away from the main boulevards and delve into the smaller streets or move out further a field. Having not spent much time on the left bank this visit, I decided to give my feet a rest, catch the metro and visit a …
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 …
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 …
It is a universal fact that the french love their dogs, however it is not a universal fact whether they enjoy or are good at, picking up their dog’s poop. Despite a marketing campaign sponsored by the city of Paris, evidence shows it hasn’t quite caught on and picking up dog poop in …