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 …
If you hadn’t already guess it, I love strolling around Paris. The wind was nippy today and it rained on and off. My friend had decided to do her own thing today, therefore I had no plans. I like these days when I can leave the map at home and just wander and …
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 …
So many downloading issues with my blog meant wasting an entire day to catch up. I decided this is not what being in Paris is all about. To live, breath, eat, explore and enjoy the city of Paris, that is what I am here for – yes the blog is a part of this to …
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 …
Paris manages to drag out a creative side in me. The creative burst that topples out once a year when I am here is unexplainable but it feels good! The Stolen Bag Saga didn’t only steal away from me my belongings but it also has robbed me of creativity, confidence, precious time in Paris …
The plan looked something like this: go shopping Christmas Eve to buy a gift for my friend who was arriving in Paris early Christmas morning. Buy a few items to put in her apartment, so she had some essentials and a warm welcome. Go to a market stock up on some delicious food to …
Leaving Paris is never easy. Normally, I reserve my last two days for goodbyes to friends, and goodbyes to the city. I allow myself time to stroll the streets, visiting my favourite places, I reminisce with a lot of heartfelt emotion and in the process work myself into a melancholic state, fighting my inner desire, of wanting …
The first thing I did when I woke up this morning, was to pull back the curtains. Peering out the window, I found my wish had come true, a thick blanket of snow, settled over Paris. A white wonderland. Perhaps walking in the snow sans, sexy lime green umbrella last night, was not one of …
Three lovely ladies arrived from Australia last night. One of them, Scotty, was my inspiration and reason for my ongoing addiction to Paris. A few years back, Scotty told me to pack up my bags, grab some Moleskins and escape to Paris, to nurse a broken heart. All very romantic but that is what I …