With no pain killers and all the pharmacies closed on New Years Day had me confined in the apartment all day. Perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing to finally get some rest and sleep. However, today had me feeling quite proud of myself. Not only did I step out today but I managed to tell …
The apartment that I am staying in this time, looks down onto two courtyards from the main rooms, which makes it very quiet but difficult to see what is going on outside in Paris and how the weather is behaving. When I look up out of my kitchen window, my view is the neighbouring building with a very small …
One of my secret pleasures is to poke around private courtyards, narrow passages and the charming covered passageways of Paris. Especially when I happen upon one that I wasn’t expecting. I have been known to gasp out loud, much to the amusement of passersby. My Paris Adéle itinerary, as I affectionately call my mapped out walks, was shorter than …
It is quite ironic that when I decided to abandon my little walking tour today, I managed to get slightly lost and yet at the same time, I gave four people directions along the way. Am I an oxymoron? So how does that work, that I am lost and still able to give other people directions. It confuses …
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 …
IMAGINE THIS: Dressed in my finest clothes, snapped up at the Paris sales, I approach the grand old mansion, unusually set back from the road, on the bourgeois Boulevard Haussmann. The chauffeur enters the circular driveway, designed specifically to allow guests to be dropped off at the base of the steps and move …
Peering out the window this morning, to see a sea of umbrellas, it helped me to decide what to do. A combination of a rainy day and running out of time prompted me to visit a temporary exhibition. I try to save museum visiting for rainy days or nights if I can. Most museums …
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 …
The plan looked like this, pop into BHV department store, blinkers on, no fashion shopping, buy a new memory card, escape unscathed and take the metro directly to Musée de l’Orangerie, hopefully avoiding queues to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition that is currently on display there. Nothing ever seems to go to plan in Paris …
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 …