Le Penseur, Musée Rodin, Paris. For Friendly Friday Challenge. (First!) The Snow Melts Somewhere evoked in her prompt post lack … More
Bonifacio, Corsica. What I love about summer and miss dearly in winter is the liveliness of the streets, how half … More
This October’s weather has been a bitter-sweet candy that I most gladly take advantage of. I know that these spring-like … More
Always refreshing to find those witty or not little wisdoms while taking a walk through Parisian streets. It makes me … More
Three years in the middle of your twenties mean a whole lot of growing up, in a bitter-sweet mix of … More
… and French as a language that still feels like it makes the simplest thing sound enchanting, literally. And this … More
Once in a while, I can make an exception. Because none of these artists is really new to me. They … More
Abbey Bookshop, librairie canadienne. This week, I was a lucky girl. All of those woulda, coulda, shoulda wishes I usually … More
Paris Plage. Maybe, what I miss most about summer is not just street walks whose existence is barely touched in … More
It’s probably quite an easy job to be a tour guide in my town, even if you get lost, your … More
When three years pass in the same place, same room, with harshly the same people, we can easily imagine things … More
The moments that make a year. For WPC.
At the top of Printemps, Boulevard Haussmann. I’m usually not the one encouraging people to go to department stores and … More
Maybe, I should entitle it ”music discovered in France”, since they are not all from the capital, but hey Paris … More
The place I should be obsessed about, even if only for two cute movies and those iconic scenes capturing the … More
One of the secrets to exploring Paris is to not only take the streets, but to also dive into its … More
I should be having the time of my life, right, living the dream ever since I moved to my favourite … More
A part of my summer wanderings in Paris, pretending to be a tourist when I stopped being one 3 years … More
Parc de Belleville.
I can’t believe this is already the sixth part! 🙂 So, my summer ended with the weekend at Rock en … More
This atelier-apartment at Musée Montmartre, Paris seems to be frozen in time, everything in it still waiting for the artists … More
Don’t get me wrong. Concerts and festivals are like breathing, or like a drug to me – if I don’t … More
At least internationally, of course. Maybe I’m just talking from Slovenian youth’s perspective where francofolie is still a thing only … More
Her ; Juliette Armanet ; Melanie Pain
Give me a Sunday walk by the lively river, a bus drive* through two of my favourite Parisian quarters, a … More
No need for introductions anymore.
Fishbach ; Cyril Mokaiesh ; Faire…
Living in Paris always leaves one with the impression this glorious city is all or at least the best the … More
From a tourist to a full-time Parisian? Peut-être. Never lost the wonder, though.
It is here I always feel most at home, exactly where I’m supposed to be.
And what I admire is how the touristy and the local intermingle on the banks.
It’s time again to share a bit of Parisian melodies. My favourite time. Grand Blanc : I just spent my … More
you’ve just had your heart broken in Paris.
it’s a pretty nice place to have your heart broken in, don’t you think?
I’m afraid of the threat just as much as I am of our response to it.
The forgotten quarter of French capital? By tourists, maybe. By locals, no.
I said the list would grow, right? Well, here’s the second part of my eternal quest.
There is one eternal criteria that a city has to fulfill for me to really love it. I have to find nice little spots to read, not necessarily in calm, but certainly in ease. Paris nails it.
Here’s to the melodies that made and still are making my stay here bearable in its many anxieties and phenomenal in its just as many joys.
I’ll never forget that weird Saturday afternoon 8 years ago when I arrived to Paris, alone for the first time…
Today is my favourite day of the whole year, especially because I get to experience it in Paris for the second time in a row. The day of the music.
It’s far more honest – it doesn’t hide its ugly truth from you by a series of misleading disguises. Here, … More
Maybe it’s usual and something everyone goes through to have a personal crisis about 6 months after you leave home and start a life someplace new…
My favourite mini part of a big, dreamy and absolutely stunning mural made by various artists.
by Vhils. Just one of the beautiful faces he created from the empty walls of Paris.
It’s about the little things you find in life… or in a city. Parc de Belleville, Paris.
For me, it is the diversity, the variety, the richness and the serenity in it. No other city has so far fascinated me as much with the infinity of quarters, avenues and parks that I keep discovering, all so very lovely and so individualistic-ly Parisian.
The hidden jewel in touristy Paris. And my new favourite street.
What does traveling or moving to a foreign city/country change? Isn’t it just an escape, a temporary illusion that your problems might resolve themselves there, that you might get to be a better and saner person in another place?
…is a puzzle. Definitely.
I have to ask: Do you imagine London markets without music? Port Vell in Barcelona? Lisbon or Paris metro? Jardin … More
Life is beautiful and you are like it.
The Wisdom of Paris streets.
”Make love. Make art. ” ☮ Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris. Ça marche / pas ?