Some people wish for a view of the Eiffel Tower from their apartment, some wish to fall in love in the City of Light, for me I wish that Parisian apartments would supply a shopping trolley. Braving the shoppers at Galleries Lafayette on Christmas Eve, requires a bit of stamina but I knew it might be my last opportunity to …
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 …
A Room with a View and a Beam One of the first things that I managed to do after arriving in my Paris apartment was to run into a beam. This may sound a little crazy but the said beam that runs from floor to ceiling, on an angle, between the only two windows in the apartment …
Although it was Tuesday, I woke this morning feeling warm and cosy, with a sleepy kind of Sunday feeling. Not a care in the world and nothing on the agenda. It wasn’t until I rolled over thinking; I can sleep a little more if I like and then OUCH! That was when I remembered that I …
I tried not to unpack too much as I knew I had to move but it proved to be difficult. So here I go again packing up all my belongings. It has been quite disruptive. My initial plan was to head to the markets on the day I arrived and stock up the apartment with …
It is what every Francophile dreams of isn’t it? A room with a view in Paris. I watched an excellent inflight movie on the way over to Paris this trip. In fact I watched several movies but, it was Diplomacy that struck a chord. It focused on the diplomatic dance that saved Paris from destruction by the …
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 …
My time in Paris is running out. I want to lie, face down on the apartment floor and bang my hands and feet in rage and scream I don’t want to go. Une enfant, the French would call me, a child, but that is how I feel. Now that reality has hit, I need to …