I watched this today on my lunch break and it was too lovely to not share with you all. Life lesson? Sometimes we over-complicate things far too much. The simple act of believing in yourself and doing your best is more than enough. https://youtu.be/7TXEZ4tP06c
As stated in my last post, Paris ' lack of pubs was getting to me, as well as my lack of French and the tired waiters who were forced to serve us in our forced-French-trying-our-best English ways. And herein lies the crux - we start to yearn for home. The language barrier begins to grate … Continue reading The Paris Diaries, Chapter 6: Coming Home
Oui, oui. Paris is beautiful. But, the one thing they lack? Pubs. Proper fucking pubs with sticky counters and the local drunks. Of course, if you want a refined drink over the course of four hours watching the sun rays kiss goodnight over Montmartre as it sets over the city whilst holding your significant other … Continue reading The Paris Diaries, Chapter 5: Le Pub
Let's take a break from the cynicism for a moment and actually talk about Paris. Ohhhh, sweet Paris. I've been fortunate to visit the City of Light a number of times in the past and each time has been as spectacular for it's own reasons. The first time I went, I left my heart there … Continue reading The Paris Diaries, Chapter 4: Paris, baby!
The flight. Nothing spectacular happens above ground except rising above the smog, seeing the sunshine, and having that incredible moment of clarity knowing that you're on you way. Let's not dwell too much at this point on the extortionate prices on board - £3.50 for a cuppa soup? £3 for a bottle of Evian? Anything … Continue reading The Paris Diaries, Chapter 3: Arrival