Having a penchant for cemeteries does not make me unique. However, perhaps getting excited about exploring the city’s undertakers may appear like a strange way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Feeling slightly guilty that I had slept in this morning, with this being one of my final two full days that I have left in …
IMAGINE THIS: Dressed in my finest clothes, snapped up at the Paris sales, I approach the grand old mansion, unusually set back from the road, on the bourgeois Boulevard Haussmann. The chauffeur enters the circular driveway, designed specifically to allow guests to be dropped off at the base of the steps and move …
Peering out the window this morning, to see a sea of umbrellas, it helped me to decide what to do. A combination of a rainy day and running out of time prompted me to visit a temporary exhibition. I try to save museum visiting for rainy days or nights if I can. Most museums …
The Saturday streets of Paris can be busy which encourages me to get away from the main boulevards and delve into the smaller streets or move out further a field. Having not spent much time on the left bank this visit, I decided to give my feet a rest, catch the metro and visit a …
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 …
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 …
After leaving Jim’s and The French Historian, last night, I had to go to my favourite bar to say goodbye to my friend Bouba. It was his last night at work before heading off on holidays. Tired and cold but I could not miss the opportunity to thank him for his hospitality and kindness. We …
Last night, around 12am, when I returned to the apartment, another sign was on the door, regarding the renovations in the neighbouring flat. The water was to be shut off, yet again, tomorrow morning. Reluctantly, I got up to the sound of the alarm, and ensured I did everything that required water before the deadline, …
On my first day in Paris, there is a ritual I undertake. I stand on Pont Zero, the brass disc in front of the Notre Dame. There is a belief, that if you stand on this small brass disc, you will always return to Paris. Three days had passed, and I had not done …