The plan looked like this, pop into BHV department store, blinkers on, no fashion shopping, buy a new memory card, escape unscathed and take the metro directly to Musée de l’Orangerie, hopefully avoiding queues to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition that is currently on display there. Nothing ever seems to go to plan in Paris …
My walk around Paris with the stranger, left me with a head cold. Waking Sunday, feeling miserable, wasn’t an option, I had to prepare for my friend’s visit from London. Dashing off to the Bastille markets to buy up some supplies, fresh chanterelle mushrooms, farm fresh eggs, country yoghurt, creamy French butter and a quick …
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 …