Christmas morning, had me feeling even more miserable. Any doubts as to whether I had a cold was confirmed. Even although the temperature was not too cool, I had the shivers and sat on the floor of my apartment, with my back against the heater, while my friend cooked an omelette for what would be …
We didn’t head out as early as we hoped but we still managed to cover a 14km walk of the left bank of Paris and beyond ending at the Eiffel Tower, just a half hour, before Christmas eve ticked over to Christmas morning. Starting at Saint Germain des Pres, we took in Eglise Saint Germain …
My walk around Paris with the stranger, left me with a head cold. Waking Sunday, feeling miserable, wasn’t an option, I had to prepare for my friend’s visit from London. Dashing off to the Bastille markets to buy up some supplies, fresh chanterelle mushrooms, farm fresh eggs, country yoghurt, creamy French butter and a quick …
On my first day in Paris, there is a ritual I undertake. I stand on Pont Zero, the brass disc in front of the Notre Dame. There is a belief, that if you stand on this small brass disc, you will always return to Paris. Three days had passed, and I had not done …
abandon |əˈbandən| verb [ trans. ] 1 give up completely (a course of action, a practice, or a way of thinking) : he had clearly abandoned all pretense of trying to succeed. See note at relinquish . • discontinue (a scheduled event) before completion : against the background of perceived threats, the tour was abandoned. …
I felt as if, I had slipped on an old favourite pair of jeans, when I returned to Paris today. Orly Airport was a breeze and will now be my airport of choice when visiting Paris, if it is an option. After a long bumpy flight, a smooth entry through Orly, my driver was waiting outside. Instead …
Christmas and New Year bring out all types of emotions for many. Reflectiveness, sadness, excitement, happiness, but for a guy below my apartment, it makes him want to shout to the world at the top of his lungs. I have no idea what he is saying but it doesn’t stop. First Christmas and now New …
Today I stepped out of Paris and into a quaint little village. Well, that is how it felt when I entered Butte-aux-Callies, in the 13th arrondissement of Paris. To get there I could have taken the metro but I preferred the 3km walk. Observing how the areas change from one arrondissement to the next, each …
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. …