Call me Paris Adèle … The Social Butterfly! Yet another dinner invitation, this time at my lovely friend Julien’s apartment. But, I jump ahead of myself or should I say hop ahead of myself! With all the wasted time I have experienced with a broken toe, the six hour wait in the hospital, apartment …
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 …
With so many plans and places to tick off, I’m exhausted, I left the apartment late, kicking myself I had missed such a lovely sunny day and walked around aimlessly. Had a coffee at Petit fer a Cheval, my favourite bar in Paris and then just wandered, when I came across rue Volta, I remembered …
I can never determine what time it is or what the weather is like, when I first wake up in the morning. Waking early, I popped my head out the window and it was cold and raining. Hopping back into bed with a cup of tea, I pondered how I could keep out of the …