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 …
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 …
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 …
I guess au revoir can mean goodbye but literally it means to re-see you again. Parisians don’t normally eat until around 7.30 – 8pm but we decided to have an early dinner and an early night, Chicky Babe was leaving Paris tomorrow and I had a walk planned for 10am. Sitting in a …
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 …
There is never a lack of something to do in Paris. Whether it be an exhibition, visiting one of the 200 or more museums, exploring something new and hip, ticking off things on my extensive, ever growing list, or simply walking around, photographing and discovering what is around the corner, there is …
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 …
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 …