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 …
Having a large dining table, a reasonably equipped kitchen and a gas stove inspired me to invite a couple of friends over for dinner. The burning question is … do you cook French for the French? Especially when the French in question happen to be food lovers, with a discerning palate and not shy to be self …
For some strange reason I tend to avoid Rue Montorgueil but now that the throngs of tourists have thinned out, I decided to take a little wander and a closer look. Over the last fews days, each time I drag open the giant heavy front door to my apartment block, I am confronted 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 …
Finally the day had arrived, I was to have Emilie and Bouba for dinner at my apartment. It is hardly a good idea to feed the French, French food and knowing Bouba enjoys a spicy meal, I would cook a Malaysian Lamb Curry with potatoes. It is a relatively simple dish and I …
No PJ’s, no hot water bottle but three doonas later I slept like a baby – well until the wee hours at least. But hey jetlag does that to you. I could already sense a routine coming on. I got up to what felt like the middle of the night, in the dark and dead …