It goes without saying that Paris is full of charming date night locations for dinner and drinks. But if variety is the spice of life, then it’s the bread and butter of courtship – and simply rotating between different bars and restaurants doesn’t necessarily cut it when it comes to keeping things fresh on the... Continue Reading →
You’d think a day dedicated to all things love and romance would be a universal hit — but I’m pretty sure the 14th February is at least as disdained and/or dreaded as it is eagerly awaited. The rampant commercialism, the romantic pressure, the impossibility of finding a table in a half-decent restaurant. The having-your-singleness-rubbed-in-your-face. The... Continue Reading →
There are a million clichés about hope, and with good reason. Hope shines a light in the dark; lifts us up when we are low; provides the strength to go on when we’re so bone-weary, putting one foot in front of another seems a Herculean task. It brightens our days, lightens our hearts, puts a... Continue Reading →
You'll have to excuse the geeky Greek mythology reference in the title; strange though it may seem, Classics grads don't get to use their degrees too often in real life. If you're not into slightly obscure deities from ancient cultures (though I find it hard to imagine why anyone wouldn't be), Eos is the Greek... Continue Reading →
This is a short post to announce that, as of last week*, I am now the exceptionally proud and delighted owner of one authentic 1960’s typewriter. For someone who endeavours to fill their life with as many attractive clichés as possible, the mere fact of ownership is enough to please all by itself. The thought... Continue Reading →
I have a confession: I didn’t go to yoga yesterday. I’d booked the class days ago with the best intentions, and when I left for work in the morning, it was in the mindset of being out until 8:30pm (when yoga ends), save for the fifteen-minute stop home to change into something a little more... Continue Reading →
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 →
In the spirit of the occasion, I thought it was high time I made a confession of sorts. Contrary to the impression you may or may not have gained from my blog thus far, this anglaise is not, in fact, a lone adventurer. *Cue dramatic music.* Not on these particular adventures, anyhow. No, there is,... Continue Reading →
Il neige!! Or at least, it did this morning: big, fluffy clumps of white flurrying past the window for a whole three hours or so. It was a beautiful sight from my sixth-floor apartment. I love the view from my windows anyway - the blue-grey rooftops and terracotta chimney pots are about as typically ‘Paris’... Continue Reading →
Happy Friday tout le monde! I don’t know about you, but this week has flown by for me. Not that I’m any less pleased about it being (practically) the weekend! And I’m going to celebrate by telling you about this absolutely FABULOUS place I discovered last Friday. I say ‘discovered’… It was discovery by way... Continue Reading →
Adventures of an Anglaise 