The weekend streets of Paris are busy, Sunday is quieter where local flâneurs step out. Lovers stroll hand in hand, pet owners walk their dogs and families take their children to the park, all the while, enjoying their city. The Lawyer had told me about a charming …
What else can I say, lunch and shopping in Paris, every girl’s dream. The mere anticipation builds excitement and joy and puts a sparkle on your face and a spring in your step. Chicky Babe wanted to purchase some new French rags today and I needed to replace my damaged glasses, so what is …
It is a universal fact that the french love their dogs, however it is not a universal fact whether they enjoy or are good at, picking up their dog’s poop. Despite a marketing campaign sponsored by the city of Paris, evidence shows it hasn’t quite caught on and picking up dog poop in …
If you hadn’t already guess it, I love strolling around Paris. The wind was nippy today and it rained on and off. My friend had decided to do her own thing today, therefore I had no plans. I like these days when I can leave the map at home and just wander and …
Last night’s bar hopping, into the wee hours seemed like a good idea at the time but the difficult task of getting ready to hit the streets of Paris today was a rude awakening. What I planned for today, was a gentle Paris Adèle stroll. Mindful that if I felt like rubbish there would …
It may seem like a strange exercise to undertake but before I head off for Paris, I devise walking tours for myself, gathered from the information that I glean from books, websites and the internet. Chicky Babe was up for the challenge to accompany me, a warning that we may get lost, will walk for …
PIAF IS DEAD … Several people reminded me of this fact over the last few days, that Piaf is dead. I guess I didn’t explain myself properly when mentioning we were going to see Edith Piaf tonight. Sadly, this year is the 50th anniversary since she passed away. Chicky Babe and I …
The subtle difference between a so called whore’s breakfast and a French breakfast is the croissant. I settled on a French breakfast at Austerlitz train station this morning; a croissant, a short black coffee, better known in France as un café and a cigarette before heading off on my awfully big adventure. The original …
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. …
One of Paris’ best kept secrets is a lunchtime venue in the cellar of La Madeleine or more formally; L’église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine, the Madeleine Church. If you didn’t know to look for it, you would never just happen to stumble across it. Afraid I was too late and missed the deadline, I walked from the metro, practicing in …