A very shaky and wobbly Paris Adèle headed out in Paris today. Maybe one glass of champagne too many yesterday after having the New Yorker over for Christmas lunch that turned into dinner had me thinking I was fine until I reached the long corridors of Chatelet Metro. The long corridors and people, people everywhere, I realised …
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 …
They say that the Big Apple never sleeps and sometimes I find neither does the City of Light, or Paris Adéle. I am always in a bit of a quandary with my blog the first week that I arrive in Paris, with so many things to do, the excitement of being here, friends to …
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 …
Call me Paris Adèle … The Social Butterfly! Yet another dinner invitation, this time at my lovely friend Julien’s apartment. But, I jump ahead of myself or should I say hop ahead of myself! With all the wasted time I have experienced with a broken toe, the six hour wait in the hospital, apartment …
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 …
IMAGINE THIS: Dressed in my finest clothes, snapped up at the Paris sales, I approach the grand old mansion, unusually set back from the road, on the bourgeois Boulevard Haussmann. The chauffeur enters the circular driveway, designed specifically to allow guests to be dropped off at the base of the steps and move …
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 …
Throw Ups, Bombs and Tags is some of the new language I learnt on my Street Art Tour today. This is street talk for graffiti dudes. Graffiti is alive and well and prolific throughout most of Paris, although there are certain areas more so than others. Our charming and passionate guide Jason put us in …
Arriving at Orly airport, after admiring the beautiful snow covered streets of Paris I had left behind me and feeling ill made the usual sadness of leaving Paris, hurt all the more. Even after a month in Paris, I still felt robbed of time. I wanted to stay with the snow, I wanted to get …