A rendezvous at the Musée d’Orsay with my friend Julien and a simple dinner afterwards at my apartment was on the menu today. Awake hours before the crack of dawn after an early night and a good nights rest gave me time to set out on a short stroll that I had devised, intended for my …
My stomach somersaulted like an acrobat and sank slowly to my groin as I watched the photos I had taken earlier in the day download and corrupt before my eyes. All that I could see was a haze of colours distorting into abstract shapes. Was this to be the impending ‘Annual Parisian Incident’? I couldn’t bear to …
After yesterday’s massacre, the streets of the Marais were unusually quiet today, despite it being the normally very busy lunch hour. My favourite Boulangerie was closed, but for most, it was business as usual as I approached Petit fer a Cheval. A couple of weeks back I met a nice Australian couple at one of Jim …
Cold and dirty, hobbling around with a broken toe and the wonder shoe makes me feel like a homeless person. My stylish brown coat albeit many years old now, has either stretched, or I have shrunk and the uneven, tapered hemline trails along the ground. I notice Parisians looking me up and down, look at the coat dragging …
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 …
Standing on the bridge, taking photos I was completely absorbed when a young lady and I use the term loosely, approached me with a wedding band. Before she had the chance to speak, I roared with laughter, as heartily as I could possibly muster. The pretty pedestrian bridge I speak of …
It happens around this time of the year, a certain type of melancholy. As my time nears to an end, I start thinking about work and start thinking about leaving, rather than ‘being’ in Paris. I try to shift the feeling by reminding myself that some visitors to Paris have a mere week or less …
I love the area of the Marais, in Paris. It is a melting pot of people and cultures. Gay people, Jewish people, French people, locals, tourists and just … people. In the narrow busy streets, Jewish kosher shops, rub shoulders with gay bars, independent clothing stores, French boulangeries, cafes, restaurants and museums. All crammed into …
Travelling light is a good thing, as long as you don’t wait until you have nothing clean left to wear, and places to go! Fortunately, last night, I had a pretty new skirt to wear to dinner. En route to meeting The New Yorker at Café Panis, on the left bank, left me a few …