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
Airports; the limbo between A Holiday and your denial of the monotonous routine that your life has inevitably become. Or maybe I'm just being cynical. It is also a breeding ground for insecurity (as if you needed any more) as suddenly everything you were sure and certain of has melted into a puddle of doubt. … Continue reading The Paris Diaries, Chapter 2: The Airport