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 …
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, …
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 …
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 …