A rendezvous at the Musée d’Orsay with my friend Julien and a simple dinner afterwards at my apartment was on the menu today. Awake hours before the crack of dawn after an early night and a good nights rest gave me time to set out on a short stroll that I had devised, intended for my …
Researching and planning for Paris has become a hobby and an addiction. My house is littered with enough books on Paris to fill a bookstore. I trawl the internet and anything I can get my hands on for information and then, I have a hefty, work in progress document, divided into categories and arrondissements. It sounds anal, organised …
A girl can predict the way a day is going to pan out when she has a good hair day. The temperature lifted slightly and so did the air pollution, although I couldn’t tell by looking at the brilliant blue winter’s day sky. In an effort to keep their clients informed about what is …
My entry in to Paris began with the usual jet lag and a few ‘hiccups’. Not the best way to start a long awaited and annual visit to Paris but it was beyond my control and that could have been the major cause of my grumpiness when I finally entered the apartment. Of course I …
Seeing a café called Bonne Nouvelle wasn’t unusual considering I was in the area of Bonne Nouvelle but it felt like a sign and I smiled as I snapped a picture of it. It was indeed good news and I was already off to a good start. Waking up feeling so much better than I had …
Nope, it isn’t any of that stuff, that is what I love about Paris. This is what I don’t like about Paris. I never look forward to it, in fact I dread it, I get emotional and anxious. I don’t like to think about it or talk about it. My last day in Paris. …
For some strange reason I tend to avoid Rue Montorgueil but now that the throngs of tourists have thinned out, I decided to take a little wander and a closer look. Over the last fews days, each time I drag open the giant heavy front door to my apartment block, I am confronted with …
Thud thud thud, ring ring! I woke with a start, I was waiting for someone to shout out POLICE OPEN UP to follow the urgent ringing and banging at my door. Who could this be. Julien is the only person who knows the two codes to enter the apartment block. Fumbling to strap on the wonder shoe …
Call me Paris Adèle, but don’t call me a trainspotter. However I do have a penchant for unusual or unique metro entrances and because of this, Saint-Georges was where my walk began today. Saint-Georges metro entrance sits in the elegant circular, Place de la Saint-Georges in the area known as La Nouvelle Athènes; The New Athens, in the 9th arrondissement. …
One of my secret pleasures is to poke around private courtyards, narrow passages and the charming covered passageways of Paris. Especially when I happen upon one that I wasn’t expecting. I have been known to gasp out loud, much to the amusement of passersby. My Paris Adéle itinerary, as I affectionately call my mapped out walks, was shorter than …