Solo travel is a special kind of time to yourself, when there’s no obligation or pressure to do anything specific or productive. How often, in the busy balancing act of grown-up life, do we get the opportunity to spend several (waking) hours in total repose, without any guilt or consequences?
Profiting from Paris
*DISCLAIMER* If you're viewing this on a desktop, the formatting might be a little... erratic. It would appear to be a WordPress bug and I can't do anything about it. Sorry. On to the blog post. There is a genuine possibility that I have just had the most enjoyable Monday that anyone, anywhere has... Continue Reading →
Umbrellas in the Sun
I happened across the most fabulously random little gem whilst walking through the 8th arrondissement this morning: a side street with a 'ceiling' of suspended umbrellas. Real ones. The umbrellas spanned the full length of the street, hundreds of them in a variety of bright colours, creating a spectacle that was at once surprising and... Continue Reading →
These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things
A little while back, I wrote a post in defense of that which is dismissed as too ‘touristy’ and therefore shunned. I don’t know what’s prompting me to do so now, but I’ve decided to make a brief list outlining examples that support the argument I was making in said post: "...just because something is... Continue Reading →
Biting The Bullet
After months of dithering and beating around the bush (yes, both), I FINALLY bit the bullet - and signed up for an acting class. Just a short course, four weeks or so but it’s certainly a step in the right direction. This isn’t a new thing for me, exactly: I have been passionate about acting... Continue Reading →
Baffled By Brunch
Happy May 1st! And a happy day it is indeed, for me anyway, because in France, it’s a national holiday! On a Tuesday, too, which is a huge novelty for someone who has grown up in England, where mid-week bank holidays are simply not a thing - unless it’s Christmas, Boxing Day, or New Year’s... Continue Reading →
There’s No Accounting For Taste (Airbnb No. 3)
Now, if you’ve read my earliest posts, I realise that it looks like I have completely abandoned the saga of my Quest For An Apartment and you would be forgiven for reaching that conclusion. Aha! Fooled you. Despite a two-and-a-bit-month-long digression, I have returned to my narrative to enlighten you further on the joys of... Continue Reading →
Spring Has Sprung
Spring has sprung in Paris! We might have had snow less than a fortnight ago, but this Sunday afternoon, the temperature in the city reached a glorious EIGHTEEN DEGREES C. That’s right: 1-8. Now, this may or may not be remarkable by local standards, but for someone who has spent their twenty-something years living in... Continue Reading →
Hostess With The Mostest – Or Trying Anyway (Part 2/2)
So, to pick up where I left off (Part 1 here) with regards to the previous weekend, Sunday last dawned bright and sunny, another beautifully-blue-skied-but-bitterly-cold sort of day. Our little party headed out with the intention of picking up breakfast as we went, but alas, the queue for ‘my’ boulangerie was the longest I’d seen... Continue Reading →
Hostess With The Mostest – Or Trying, Anyway (Part 1/2)
This weekend, I had friends come to stay for the first time since moving to my new place and it was wonderful. The couple in question are fellow foodies (the best kind of friends) and accordingly, much of the weekend was spent savouring Paris/France’s many culinary delights. This meant kicking the weekend off with a... Continue Reading →