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 …
When it comes to Paris, I am a research junkie. An impending trip to Paris, which is once a year, can find me spending hours, days, weeks, months, hovered over the computer, trawling the internet, history books, travel guides and whatever I can lay my hands on, for new and exciting things to do in Paris. …
The story goes that Saint Denis, now Patron Saint of Paris, upsetting the pagan priests, was marched up the hill, of what is now Montmartre, and his head was chopped off. Picking up his severed head, Saint Denis continuing on, for 10 kilometres, preaching a sermon along the way, until finally, he dropped dead. Where …
I love the area of the Marais, in Paris. It is a melting pot of people and cultures. Gay people, Jewish people, French people, locals, tourists and just … people. In the narrow busy streets, Jewish kosher shops, rub shoulders with gay bars, independent clothing stores, French boulangeries, cafes, restaurants and museums. All crammed into …
Waking, after a good nights sleep, snuggled up in the warmth of a cosy bed, tucked away, from the chilly elements outside, is a wonderful, indulgent feeling. Better still, to remember you are on holidays, stretching, rolling over, snuggling back down, no work, no rush, no need to get up. Glorious. This, couldn’t have been, …
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 …
Travelling light is a good thing, as long as you don’t wait until you have nothing clean left to wear, and places to go! Fortunately, last night, I had a pretty new skirt to wear to dinner. En route to meeting The New Yorker at Café Panis, on the left bank, left me a few …
On my first day in Paris, there is a ritual I undertake. I stand on Pont Zero, the brass disc in front of the Notre Dame. There is a belief, that if you stand on this small brass disc, you will always return to Paris. Three days had passed, and I had not done …