When it comes to Paris, I am a research junkie. An impending trip to Paris, which is once a year, can find me spending hours, days, weeks, months, hovered over the computer, trawling the internet, history books, travel guides and whatever I can lay my hands on, for new and exciting things to do in Paris. …
Last night, around 12am, when I returned to the apartment, another sign was on the door, regarding the renovations in the neighbouring flat. The water was to be shut off, yet again, tomorrow morning. Reluctantly, I got up to the sound of the alarm, and ensured I did everything that required water before the deadline, …
One of the items on my friend’s wish list, was to visit the quaint area of the 13th arrondissement. I like this area of Paris and was happy to explore it once again. The 13th, an outer arrondissement of Paris is a mixture of winding cobbled lane ways, eclectic cottages, unattractive 1970’s style apartment blocks, …
Leaving Paris is always upsetting and never easy for me. Feeling lost, walking along the left bank of the Seine, a tight knot was developing in my stomach, as the feeling of dread and melancholy swept over me. Last night, in the company of a lovely Parisian, sipping Beaujolais in the courtyard of the Louvre, with …
My time in Paris is running out. I want to lie, face down on the apartment floor and bang my hands and feet in rage and scream I don’t want to go. Une enfant, the French would call me, a child, but that is how I feel. Now that reality has hit, I need to …
When I heard the unfamiliar sound of the alarm this morning, I almost had to peel myself from the bedroom ceiling. Then, I remembered, I had to get up early today. A small adventure was awaiting me. Living in Australia and receiving email updates from my favourite shoe shop in London is a big tease. …
Street Art Paris Tomorrow the sales start in Paris. I did what any smart Parisienne shopper would do, I started looking around, trying on clothes in advance, for the big day. This way, once the prices are reduced, all I need do, is pluck the desired items from the racks, with no need to line …
I woke to the sound of shopping trolleys, from the apartment above and the street below. Sunday is market day. Jumping out of bed, I walked to the Bastille Markets. It is difficult not to get caught up in the excitement, as shoppers, rugged up against the cold, with shopping trolleys and …