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 arrived at Galleries Lafayette, to check out day two of the sales in Paris, it seemed more crowded than pre-Christmas shopping. All the Christmas decorations and wonderful animated displays had been removed and replaced with very lush window displays dedicated to Chanel. If day two of the January sales in Paris was anything …
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 …
With so many plans and places to tick off, I’m exhausted, I left the apartment late, kicking myself I had missed such a lovely sunny day and walked around aimlessly. Had a coffee at Petit fer a Cheval, my favourite bar in Paris and then just wandered, when I came across rue Volta, I remembered …
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. …
As luck would have it, Christmas fell on a Sunday this year and that meant Christmas dinner at Jim‘s. As long as it is Sunday, Christmas or not, Jim still opens his home and his heart to anyone who wants to join in on the fun. One of Jim Haynes inspirations for his legendary Sunday dinners …
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, …