Strolling back to my apartment, in the cool night air, I noticed the streets were quiet, compared to the bustling crowds of the past two weeks. When I left the l’Etoile Manquante cafe, it was much quieter than usual, in fact I was the last to leave, with two more hours left, before closing. The …
2013 was welcomed in with a dinner of foie gras, salmon, cheese to die for, and champagne at Jim Haynes apartment. This was an unusual event. Dinner at Jim’s is normally held on a Sunday, and he usually wraps it up around 11pm but he decided to do a special New Year’s eve dinner for …
Anyone who has been to Paris, normally ends up having a favourite bar, mine is Petit fer a Cheval. Discovering the historic cafe about 10 years ago, it quickly became my favourite and has remained so. Cafe Panis, overlooking the Notre Dame on the left bank, is my friend ‘The New Yorker’s’ favourite bar. We …
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 …
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, …
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 …
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. …
After a 20 hour flight and a four hour stop over, Paris seems so far away now and I miss it. Last year was horrendous. Filled with tremendous pain and betrayal, I took my broken heart and what I called; my heart on my sleeve, to Paris. Hoping she could help me mend it. …
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 …
When I woke this morning, I was clutching my mobile phone and it took me a few seconds to work out why. I needed to be up early this morning and somehow I must have turned off the alarm in my sleep and slept in. Throwing around a lot of expletives, pacing around in circles, …