In a city that doesn’t seem to have too many issues wearing fur, decked out in my new fur scarf that has a tail and two feet at either end, I hunted down The Musee de la Chase et de la Nature. The Museum of Hunting & Nature. A warning, this may upset some folk. …
The temperature plummeted and a blanket of mist hung over the Seine today. Heading over to the rive gauche, the left bank, to explore the 6th arrondissement, with the chilly wind whipping around my face and the cold stinging my fingers, I pass the Notre Dame on the way. But not before a quick pause. …
When I surfaced from the Guimard designed Eglise d’Auteuil metro station, there was a sense of serenity, a gentle hum, unlike the bustling crowds of Le Marais. The Auteuil quarter, in the westernmost part of Paris, a former town, between the Seine and the Bois de Boulogne, is now a part of Paris. Rue d’Auteuil, …
About 26 years ago, Paris was up in arms. There was talk of building a pyramid in the main courtyard of Le Louvre. Now I M Pei’s creation is a reality and has become another iconic landmark in Paris. When the Pyramid was a mere conception, that was the last time I visited Le Louvre. …
The 9th arrondissement is mostly, a pretty swanky part of Paris, at the base of Montmartre. It encompases, the Palais Garnier, the Opera House, Boulevard Haussmann, Galleries La Fayette and some seriously good food shops. Feeling like a kid in a candy shop, walking across one side of the street to the other, peering …
There is something about Sundays in Paris I love. Apart from the odd person walking their dog, or another scurrying off to market, the streets are quiet, in the morning. I took this opportunity to take some photos before the crowds hit the street for church and Sunday brunch. At numbers 11-13, on rue …
In the 19th century, passages were developed to enable shoppers to escape the rain and mud that was flung up from the horse drawn carriages. Giving the shoppers a pleasant shopping experience. In much the same way that we now have shopping centres. The shopper could arrive at the passage, have their shoes dusted, step down from their …
Having no luggage, feels like no ‘baggage’. I remember only too well, traveling around in my 20’s with just one bag and it is liberating. I have a secret wish that they don’t find the suitcase, even although there are things in there I don’t want to lose. What it did mean though, was no …
Somebody please pinch me until it hurts. I have been at it again; this time I have bought tickets to see My Fair Lady. Now before you start yawning and thinking that it is old hat, just hear me out. First of all, it is in English which helps – it means I will understand …