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, …
After a day of visiting 9 passages, in extremely bad weather, the thought of going to a concert, standing for three hours on already tired and sore feet, did not seem that appealing. Combined with the sense that I would probably be the oldest person there alone made me apprehensive. However, I was looking forward …
Somebody please pinch me until it hurts. I have been at it again; this time I have bought tickets to see My Fair Lady. Now before you start yawning and thinking that it is old hat, just hear me out. First of all, it is in English which helps – it means I will understand …