Call me Paris Adèle, but don’t call me a trainspotter. However I do have a penchant for unusual or unique metro entrances and because of this, Saint-Georges was where my walk began today. Saint-Georges metro entrance sits in the elegant circular, Place de la Saint-Georges in the area known as La Nouvelle Athènes; The New Athens, in the 9th arrondissement. …
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 …
THE FRANTIC METRO STATIONS Chatelet and Hotel de Ville were almost void of people on Christmas morning and when I approached Boulevard Haussmann to visit the large department stores, Galleries Lafayette and Printemps, it was equally as quiet. If I said that I woke at the crack of dawn this morning, that would be lying, although I …
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 …
OH WE FORGOT TO CLIMB UP THE EIFFEL TOWER, I squealed to my friend as we were about to leave Paris. Never mind, he calmly assured me, this will give you good reason to return. What I didn’t know then, on perhaps my 15th visit to Paris, on that sunny October …
CHICKEN, DANCE The title on my post probably has you conjuring up a visual of Paris Adéle, hands tucked up under armpits, elbows out wide, legs bent at the knees and performing some sort of idiotic dance through the streets of Paris. Never fear people, my chicken dancing days are over but give me a …
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 …
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 …