Travelling light is a good thing, as long as you don’t wait until you have nothing clean left to wear, and places to go! Fortunately, last night, I had a pretty new skirt to wear to dinner. En route to meeting The New Yorker at Café Panis, on the left bank, left me a few …
My plan for today was to take my friend up to the highest point in Paris. If you don’t count the Eiffel Tower, the highest point in Paris is Montmartre. Still not feeling well, with the dreaded cold and fiddling around with my blog, trying to get it to perform, despite my attempts, meant we …
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 …
I calmly encouraged someone to help me pull the maggots from the open wound on my foot. My feet must have been aching, even in my sleep, to inspire such a dream. Despite the sore feet and bad dream, yesterday’s 15km walk, left me wanting more. The sky was blue, the sun was shinning, I left …
Walking around Paris is one of the things I enjoy most about being in this beautiful city. Today, I estimated I walked over 15 kilometres. I may not have had a rip roaring New Years Eve but what I did have, was a wonderful, New Years Day full of lovely surprises. Being Sunday …
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 …
The temperature plummeted and a blanket of mist hung over the Seine today. Heading over to the rive gauche, the left bank, to explore the 6th arrondissement, with the chilly wind whipping around my face and the cold stinging my fingers, I pass the Notre Dame on the way. But not before a quick pause. …
When I surfaced from the Guimard designed Eglise d’Auteuil metro station, there was a sense of serenity, a gentle hum, unlike the bustling crowds of Le Marais. The Auteuil quarter, in the westernmost part of Paris, a former town, between the Seine and the Bois de Boulogne, is now a part of Paris. Rue d’Auteuil, …