My dream about someone rattling at the door had me reluctantly waking up from a deliciously, warm, Sunday sleep in, but as I lay in bed, forcing myself to stay awake, the noise persisted. The walls are thin, the apartment doors close to one another and noises can be confusing at times but I couldn’t shake the …
They say that the Big Apple never sleeps and sometimes I find neither does the City of Light, or Paris Adéle. I am always in a bit of a quandary with my blog the first week that I arrive in Paris, with so many things to do, the excitement of being here, friends to …
Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. A. A. Milne Is it a coincidence that the past five years (barring one) when I go to Paris, my trip is peppered with a little drama? Would my adventures be more enjoyable without the …
Parisians love their Sunday brunch, a long leisurely affair that can last for hours and can keep you fueled until dinner time. I experienced a number of firsts during the course of a long but lovely day today. Not that it is unusual when I am in Paris for this to occur, there …
According to the famous chef, Raymond Blanc, Pot au Feu or Pot on the Fire, is the quintessential French family dish. The honour and pleasure that I had tonight was to be treated like one of the family, when I had for the first time, home cooked Pot au Feu. When I realised that I had …
Forget about Wonder Bras, not that I have ever needed one but bring on the Wonder Shoe! The crutches weren’t really helping but the wonder drugs definitely were, although I still couldn’t put my foot on the ground and the crutches were too difficult to use in the apartment. My crawling, cushion system …
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 …
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 …
Leaving Paris is never easy. Normally, I reserve my last two days for goodbyes to friends, and goodbyes to the city. I allow myself time to stroll the streets, visiting my favourite places, I reminisce with a lot of heartfelt emotion and in the process work myself into a melancholic state, fighting my inner desire, of wanting …