I guess au revoir can mean goodbye but literally it means to re-see you again. Parisians don’t normally eat until around 7.30 – 8pm but we decided to have an early dinner and an early night, Chicky Babe was leaving Paris tomorrow and I had a walk planned for 10am. Sitting in a …
What else can I say, lunch and shopping in Paris, every girl’s dream. The mere anticipation builds excitement and joy and puts a sparkle on your face and a spring in your step. Chicky Babe wanted to purchase some new French rags today and I needed to replace my damaged glasses, so what is …
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 …
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 …
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 …
One of Paris’ best kept secrets is a lunchtime venue in the cellar of La Madeleine or more formally; L’église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine, the Madeleine Church. If you didn’t know to look for it, you would never just happen to stumble across it. Afraid I was too late and missed the deadline, I walked from the metro, practicing in …