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Uncertain Journey
For someone facing a lot of existential questions, the Chiharu Shiota exhibit at the Grand Palais is a fitting place to wander around in. A freezing cold winter day makes the experience of walking through rooms swathed end to end in string even more visceral. Shiota was diagnosed with cancer at the same time she…
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A Car’s Long Weekend Escapade
What’s the biggest thing you’ve ever lost? My answer would be: a car. Okay, I didn’t actually lose it, it was stolen. From our private underground parking lot. Private “securisé” underground parking lot, the one that has two remote control-operated gates. Paris during the school holidays is pretty quiet, so I figured the car thieves thought, let’s hit…
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One Foot in Summer, The Other Still Undecided
Hello, Paris! Nice to see you again! I’ve been back for several days now. It’s nice to be back. Happy to report that the weather is giving France a bit of hope lately – in Paris, it alternates between toasty heat and scary thunderstorms, but I don’t hear anyone complaining. Winter jackets have been stowed…
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The Streets of Paris, After the Rain
In winter, there are lots of days when you wake up to: rain, dark clouds, snow, snow turning into rain (the most irritating thing ever), slush, or more rain. Add to that temperatures with a negative symbol preceding the number. Or a zero, if you’re lucky. Winter breeds laziness and makes you hide under the…
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Albert Kahn Gardens Under the Snow
This (snowy) weekend’s line-up: roaming around Paris, dodging snowballs, long and lazy brunches, and a visit to the Albert Kahn Gardens. Paris has succumbed to snow that sticks and everything is so beautiful! Everything is gorgeous and white and quiet, and apparently all it takes to see a genuine smile on a Parisian’s face is…
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The Pantheon and Its (Not Illegal) Clock Repairs
Paris was in a horrible mood this weekend. When you have to turn on the lights at 8:30 am because of the drab and grey skies outside, you know it’s going to be a bad day. But it’s 2013; the year just started, and I wasn’t going to let an overcast sky hold me hostage…
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Not So Country
I am not made for the country; I’m a city girl, through and through. I think I have a problem with serenity, because after several days of calm and silence I start to feel queasy. There’s too much pressure to relax, and no excuse to feel angsty because everything’s so peaceful. I do know the…
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That Kind of Night
… where I cross the entirety of Paris to get to La Fleche d’Or. It’s freezing cold, even with my sheepskin gloves and my thickest scarf on. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m in a skirt and normal, non-thermal tights? (Fucking idiot.) But anyway. I procrastinate as long as I can, meeting friends for…