As the razor dropped onto the floor of the shower, the handle breaking away from the blade, instinctively, I jerked all toes up in the air to avoid damage. Thwack! The pain shot through my left foot. A few expletives and a fair amount of moaning followed. The pain in my foot was worse …
After yesterday’s massacre, the streets of the Marais were unusually quiet today, despite it being the normally very busy lunch hour. My favourite Boulangerie was closed, but for most, it was business as usual as I approached Petit fer a Cheval. A couple of weeks back I met a nice Australian couple at one of Jim …
It happens around this time of the year, a certain type of melancholy. As my time nears to an end, I start thinking about work and start thinking about leaving, rather than ‘being’ in Paris. I try to shift the feeling by reminding myself that some visitors to Paris have a mere week or less …
After too many late nights, a lazy day yesterday and a fitful nights sleep of dreaming in French, mind you my French is no better in my sleep, than when I am awake, I needed the cool wind in my face and some exercise. I needed to go to Gard du Nord today, so, as …