Four years ago when I dragged my broken heart to Paris, I was empty, raw, disillusioned with life and I was regularly seeing a counsellor. My counsellor, a warm and wonderful woman, assured me that it would take a long time to heal my aching heart but gave me hope. The …
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 …
PIAF IS DEAD … Several people reminded me of this fact over the last few days, that Piaf is dead. I guess I didn’t explain myself properly when mentioning we were going to see Edith Piaf tonight. Sadly, this year is the 50th anniversary since she passed away. Chicky Babe and I …
There are so many things to do and see in Paris, however, deciding what to do today was a challenge. As it turned out, I opened my arms and embraced happenstance. I woke early but peering out the window, to discover it was raining, put a bit of a dampener on my motivation. Deciding on one …
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, …
My plan for today was to take my friend up to the highest point in Paris. If you don’t count the Eiffel Tower, the highest point in Paris is Montmartre. Still not feeling well, with the dreaded cold and fiddling around with my blog, trying to get it to perform, despite my attempts, meant we …
abandon |əˈbandən| verb [ trans. ] 1 give up completely (a course of action, a practice, or a way of thinking) : he had clearly abandoned all pretense of trying to succeed. See note at relinquish . • discontinue (a scheduled event) before completion : against the background of perceived threats, the tour was abandoned. …
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. …
Sunday evenings are now locked in for Jim Hayne’s famous dinners. This, being my second dinner, I didn’t look like a deer caught in the traffic lights, it was the new incoming, who took over this role. But I rush ahead of myself. Pierre had offered to take me on the Bateaux Mouches and, Emile had kindly …