Paris Boheme

Afterwards I and S did some shopping and then we went to Dunkerque for some more shopping and dinner on the beach. I know you might find this hard to believe but I didn't buy a thing all day except food and drink, perhaps I'm learning afterall.
After this we went near Calais to a friend of I's house before heading home to Paris. The next day on the Sunday I met L,G,K and M for a nice girly lunch at a beautiful restaurant in the fourteenth then we headed back to L's place for tea before I headed home to Chantilly weary but happy from a surprising weekend.

ps: I didn't mean to hyperlink the beginning text and now can not get rid of it so please forgive the weirdness.

A Visit to Paris.

2010-09-05T10:27:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to Paris to see L, I went to her apartment on the edge of the 14th/15th and we sat chatting for ages, it was good to see the apartment furnished as I had only seen it as a blank canvas before. We had dinner and some wine from Bordeaux before heading out to M's farewell drinks. We got to the bar called "Le Pin Up" around the 4th arrondisement after a short trip on the stinking hot metro (yes now I remember). T was DJing at the bar and I caught up with someother people from before when I was in Paris. Around 2 o'clock L and I took ourselves home to bed. After a late awakening and a couple of calls to Australia, we decided to go to a nearby cafe. The coffee was great and the Planche I ordered the biggest I have ever seen I love here how charcuterie is served on a wooden board it is soo rustic and French. The weather since I have arrived has been lovely and sunny though perhaps a bit warm for the kind of clothes I packed, yes thats right I packed mostly winter clothes. After lunch L went back to her house to catch up on some work and I, went for a wander down Rue des Rennes past all the closed shops and whats that an open shop having a sale, it couldn't hurt to just have a look could it? I came out awhile later with two bags, well I did need some dresses because I didn't have any clothes for the hot weather and as for the bag, well mine is broken and shedding pieces of leather wherever I go! I then continued on down towards the Seine.As I was nearing L'Eglise St Germain the sounds of a band of musician came wafting on the wind and continued to follow me as I wended my way down to the river, where I wandered along beside the booksellers and everyone else enjoying the sunshine along the Seine. I wandered as far as St Michel, said hello to Notre Dame, then took a metro back to L's to pick up my stuff before heading to Gare du Nord and then Chantilly/Gouvieux arriving there I realised it was an hour something to the next bus so walked back to the house in the middle of town exhausted but happy. Now I am writing this and thinking it will not be long before my head will hit the pillow and all the lights will go out.
Dormez Bien à Tous

A Return to France.

2010-09-04T01:29:00.000-07:00

A year ago give or take a day I returned to Australia from Paris, trying to convince myself that my French adventure was at an end and I would be making my life in Australia. Who would have thought then that within a year I would be once again winging my way back to France ready for my next big French adventure? Certainly not me, even if the only person I was fooling was myself the self deception ran deep enough for 11 months to believe that my days of living in France were at an end. However, five weeks ago I finally understood that what I really wanted was to return to France so I made a plan a plan that would see me back in Paris is about two years time. I was to learn my French better and to take a tesol course so i could get a job teaching english. As with the best laid plans it all went out the window when two weeks later my mother called and read an ad out to me for an english speaking Au Pair in a town called Chantilly about 25km from Paris, was I interested? She wanted to know. Was I interested mais bien sur, and the rest as they say is history so now I sit here typing away to the melodic sounds of a bouncing ball and un, deux, trois..... sept, huit. So begins my new French adventure as a Nou Nou to two delightful tri-lingual children whom I can only hope to speak as fluently as one day. It is so easy at that language to bounce from French to English to Ukranian and back to English. I shall try my best to keep this blog more updated than I did last time. Now I bid you a Bon Journee for the rest of the day.

First Sunday of the month.

2009-07-05T13:16:00.000-07:00

Today we were up at the crack of dawn (8.00) again. On the first Sunday of the month in Paris all the major museums and many minor ones are free for all. Mum had never been to the Musee d'Orsay, so we decided we would go there. To try and beat the heat and the crowds of people, we arose early and set out at nine for the gallery. When we got there the line was already large, but could have been much worse. There were guides there ensuring people kept in nice, neat lines as if herding cattle into a pen. The line snaked this way and that, looping around and fortunately was moving quite steadily, creating a sense of a ordered, but at the same time, chaotic crowd stepping forward and moving this way and that along their alotted lines. Once inside the museum, we wandered round enjoying the art works and I caused at least one man great consternation as he was evesdropping on our conversation. After saying to Mum that I didn't really like Sisley's work because I found them too flat, boring and uninspired (an opinion I stand by as my own and I'm entitled to) I noticed the man in front of us turn round and stare at me as if he couldn't believe his ears. How on earth could I not like Sisley? I could see his mind say. Not yet done in my shocking of people who clearly shouldn't be listening to me anyway; I later stated that I don't get it when people go round taking photographs of art as if to say yes I've done that museum I saw this, this and this, when really they don't see much of anything, but the lens of the camera. They are not enjoying the art; too busy taking photos to show they have been in the place. One man with a camera firmly attached to his hand gave me a strange look after this comment. We paused in the cafe for coffee and cake, before viewing the rest of the gallery. Having finished looking round the D'Orsay we then decided to go for a ride on the Seine. We bought tickets for the Batobus which is a hop on hop off boat and headed on up the Seine. Now it was us who had our cameras firmly attached to our hands. We passed Notre Dame, some passengers got off and others on and we remained; thinking we would do the whole circuit, but on the way to the next stop Jardin des Plantes, I spied a market running along the bank of the Seine. We hopped out and went for a wander in the Market ,after which we walked back towards Notre Dame stopping for lunch on a restaurant boat moored beside the Seine, before hopping back on the Batobus and resuming our journey. Now we were moving up the Seine again, this time by the right bank, before disembarking at La Tour Eiffel and walking to Bir Hakeim Metro to take line 6 to the Art Market at Edgar Quinet. Here I bought a painting from one of the Artists, before we headed home arriving back at 6 o'clock, 9 hours after leaving the house.

Montmartre, Sacre Coeur and Pigalle.

2009-07-02T15:20:00.000-07:00

Today Mum and I explored Montmartre we took the metro from my place to Place de Clichy, then walked along Boulevarde Clichy towards the Moulin Rouge where we paused momentarily to take a photo, before starting the climb up the hill. We followed the little street near Metro Blanche up the hill past all the little specialist shops, bouchers, rotisseries, fromageries and poissoniers, not to mention lots of florist. We then stopped halfway up at a row of Cafes and entered one for lunch, where we both had a smoked salmon, prawn and avocado salad before continuing on up the hill. We past the Moulin de la Galette Restaurant and finally made it to the top and the little streets of tourist and painting shops that lead to the Place de Tertre. Here we bought an icecream before heading round the Place de Tertre looking at the art and then continuing on to Sacre Coeur. We went into Sacre Coeur, then took some photos of the view before heading down the loads of steps where we were accosted by African con artists attempting to tie bracelets on our wrists. From here we ventured into the depths of the material market, where we soon surrounded by loads upon loads of fabrics of all varieties. After this we stopped briefly in Rouchouart- Clignacourt at the bottom of the material markets for a very overpriced cool drink before catching a bus to the Tracadero. Once at the Trocadero, Mum saw the Eiffel Tower, finally having been in Paris for five days previously without catching a glimpse of it, then we trundled on home worn out from the busy day of walking. However, our day was not yet done; after a brief respite and cool down at home, we headed out again back to where we had come from to meet M at the Metro Pigalle. Having met up with M, we went down to a nice Italian restaurant called Fuxia in Pigalle, where I had dined last week with L and G. We had a very nice dinner before deciding to head home. On the way we were waylaid; after a phone call with L and decided to meet her and a friend up near Abessess Station, where we went for a drink before eventually arriving home where I am now writing this at 12.30 at night. It was a very eventful and interesting day, with a lot of walking as that is the only way of really getting around Paris. It wouldn't be so bad if not for the heat. As we were heading out again at 7 this evening we caught a glimpse of a electronic thermometer at a pharmacy which said 33 degrees. The heat is becoming unbearable and I am constantly raining; leaving me to wonder why it is that I was craving Summer having had two winters in a row.

Mum in Paris.

2009-06-29T13:03:00.000-07:00

On Saturday I picked Mum up from the airport and we made the hour or so trek back to my house. After a break we got lunch from my local boulanger and then went for a wander through my area and to the Monoprix so I could do some food shopping. Then, on Sunday morning, up at the crack of dawn for me, lol 8.00 in the morning; we headed out into Paris getting off the metro at St Michel and wandering along the Rive Gauche of the Seine, stopping to look at some of the books from the booksellers and to take photos here and there. We then went to a cafe on Rue du Bac for an early lunch, before heading across the river through the Louvre Courtyard stopping to look at the Pyramid which wasn't there the last time Mum was in Paris; before catching the metro to 'Bois de Vincennes' for my Sunday soccer game. Played soccer in the blistering heat and got the red shoulders, back and chest to prove it, before heading back to my place for a shower, a quick rest, an early dinner and then out again to see a friends band "Misleadin" play. When we got to the venue it turned out to be a club on a boat moored to the Rive Gauche of the Seine. It was a very cool venue although the sound technician could have been better. After the band was finished we had a coffee in a cafe and returned home exhausted from a long day of walking. Monday morning began more slowly, with us doing things around the house before heading out to the Marais for lunch. We took the metro to Chatelet where a nice band was busking and there delightful strains were wafting through the metro trying to brighten the lives of the busy Parisians who hurried on by with their usual permanent frowns intact. After pausing for a little to enjoy the music, we headed out in to the awful crush of people on Rue de Rivoli that is the neverending saga of Chatelet. We headed up past the stone tower and past Hotel de Ville and into the Marais, where we stopped at a cafe for lunch. We both had amazing salads and some ok Rose before continuing through the Marais to witness the amazingly historical quartier that it is and walking for kilometers again on already tired feet. After which, exhausted, we headed for home to have a sit down and then some dinner, then more sitting and finally after weeks, some blogging.

Giverny

2009-06-29T11:52:00.001-07:00

Wow, it's been nearly two months since I posted. I knew it was a long time, but hadn't realised it was that long. Now I have lots of catching up to do. One of the main things I did in these two months was to go to Giverny with M one Saturday to walk in the Gardens of Inspiration, originally planted by Claude Monet, when he lived there. There are two gardens; a Japanese inspired garden with ponds and bridges and water lillies, which are prolific throughout Monet's works and a more formal neatly laid garden in front of the house (which is now a museum). Monet was very much into the orient and had many Japanese art prints which inspired his Waterlilly Garden. Many of these prints, or similar styled prints, are still in his house today and you can see them when you wander through it. At the time that he built his garden in the 19th Century, the villagers were very wary of all the strange plants he was putting into his garden and the ponds; and they worried that they would infect the town's water supply. After Monet's death, the grounds fell into disrepair, but in the 80's they were resurrected and replanted according to the way he had originally planted the garden and it was turned into the museum that is there today.
Now, finished with the history lesson; so back to the story! M and I set off early in the morning from Gare St Lazare and took a train to Vernon, the closest town to Giverny. From Vernon we then caught a shuttle to Giverny, which stops in a carpark at the side of a grassy wood that has a river running through it. We set off on the trail through the wood and followed a sign to see a bust of Monet. We then meandered back along the river, across the river, under the road, beside the road and left down a laneway and into a gate. We had already bought tickets from FNAC so therefore didn't have to queue. We were straight in the gate and through to the Waterlilly Garden where we wandered along in the morning sunlight, enjoying the flowers of all kinds and the waterlillies which were just beginning to bloom. From the Japanese garden we made our way through to the Formal Garden that is splayed out in front of the house and strolled up and down the lanes before making our way into the house. Afterwards, we had lunch in the garden of a hotel amidst more flowers and green hills and paddocks. We then made our way through the town and came across a field of poppies spread out before us on a slight incline. We walked the paths between the poppies before lying in the shade beside the poppies for an hour or so. Then we went to see Monet's grave before heading back to Paris. It was so nice to be out in the countryside for the day before returning to the pandemonium of the city.

An observation.

2009-05-03T10:57:00.000-07:00

One thing that never seems to make it home from the shops intact is baguettes. I often see people walking home from the boulangerie with a baguette and the top is missing. So next time you are in Paris and see someone with a baguette have a look and see if the end is intact.

Football in the park.

2009-05-03T10:52:00.000-07:00

Today I played football (soccer) in the park with a bunch of ladies who are trying to bring female sport to Paris. It is funny because girls here don't really play sports and when people find out you are off to play a game they are really surprised. I was looking for a netball team, but they do not exist here; mostly the choice is tennis, tennis or tennis. It was a fun way to spend an afternoon and at least I can kick the ball even if it doesn't always go where I want. I am tired now and I know tomorrow that my legs will kill me.

All the kooks were out and about tonight.

2009-05-02T18:19:00.000-07:00

Tonight I met up for a drink and dinner with S and a friend of hers A, who is out from London for the weekend. It was a lovely warm evening and we met at Café Oz for a drink. We were sitting outside enjoying the sunshine and people watching as they passed on by; playing spot the tourist and spot the Parisian. We also saw a far number of hen’s parties or if they weren’t, then a number of questionable wardrobe choices. Following this we meandered along to Saint Michel and the cheap dinner places where we ate a three course meal and drank a bottle of rose. After which we headed to Quigley’s Point in Les Halles to meet up with M. While waiting for M next to St Eustache Church, an older man with a dog approached. First he tried to give us a flower he plucked from the bush. After a shake of my head and a firm non, non, he proceeded to regale us with a rambling litany in French of how the moon is feminine and the sun is masculine and the male sun is reflected in the feminine moon and they meet and mingle, or some such story. This however, was interspersed with his laughter as he clearly thought he was being very funny, which in turn was making the three of us laugh although we were all turning away to try and hide it and also to avoid making eye contact. At this point he clearly realises that we are not French and starts asking if we speak French and not getting the gist of our turned backs he then asks where are we from, to which S replies Antarctica, which makes it all seem funnier. He then informs us again, amidst his own laughter at how funny he is, that he is a doctor, a sex doctor, before turning and moving on. He was a kook indeed, but a harmless one, and a funny story to tell. Then after I got home and had had a shower I was wrapped in my towel wandering round winding down for the night when I kept hearing a knocking sound. Enter second kook of the night, (if you don’t include the girls dressed for hens' nights.) At first I thought someone was knocking on my door and as it was two o’clock in the morning ignored this. The knocking continued and after awhile I realised it was a guy outside knocking on my windows. One of the disadvantages of being on the ground floor; a lot of ground floor apartments in Paris are the building concierge. Anyway I turned all my lights out and hid till he went away even though you can’t see in my windows thanks to the tricky windows where you can see out, but not in from the other side. He went away or so I thought and I got ready for bed, but realising I was no longer able to sleep just yet, I am sitting here writing this and now he is back again at three knocking. There was no way I was going to get up at 2 or 3 in the morning to let some weird stranger into the building. If he had a legitimate reason to be around at time, he wouldn’t need to be knocking on the window. Anyway, that was my night with the kooks of Paris, you certainly meet all kinds.

May Day!

2009-05-01T10:27:00.000-07:00

Today is the first of May and one of the charming french customs is the buying of a pot or bouquet of Muguet de Bois ( Lily of the Valley), for yourself, a friend or a partner. Lily of the Valley is referred to as a "porte-bonheur" which means "bringer of happiness" and is considered to be a good luck charm. I love this idea as it seems to me to stem back to the Pagan holiday of Beltaine, the celebration of fertility and the first planting of the season. Everywhere around Paris people set up street stalls selling pots of Muguet de Bois. It is the only day when it is actually legal for random street sellers to sell without a permit and many kids set up stalls for pocket money. I browsed the stalls in my area and settled on a nice purple bucket of lily of the valley and now the fragrance is wafting around in my little apartment as I type this.

Anzac Day!

2009-05-01T09:47:00.001-07:00

Last Saturday was the 25th of April; Anzac Day. So, living in France, I decided to go to the Somme, one of the historical sites of many of the battles that we celebrate on Anzac Day. This entailed going to the Australian Embassy to catch the bus at 2 AM, did I mention it was a dawn service. So L and I caught the bus at 2 in the morning and headed for Villers Bretonneux, the site of the official Anzac War Memorial at the Somme. We got there around 4.45 and the service started at 5.30. It was absolutely freezing and because it had been warm in Paris lately, neither L or I had worn warm enough clothes. So there we sat and froze. It made me think of the extreme temperatures the soldiers would have endured as they fought. The Service was good and it was a great experience, but for me the best part was to see the Anzac spirit is still alive. There were around 4000 people there and later in the little town there were more ceremonies. The truly amazing thing is how the town's history has become entwined with Australia. Walking through the town after the service, looking for a place to have coffee, we passed le Kangourou Cafe, a newsagency with Australiana adorning the windows, a charcuterie with a stop for Koalas sign. Outside the Town Hall were wooden kangaroos and koalas. The whole town, for a day at least, embraces the spirit of Australia and the soldiers that fought in the First World War. The Anzac spirit is alive and thriving not only in Australia, but in the places where so many gave their lives.
"LEST WE FORGET"

Twisted sense of direction!

2009-03-31T03:08:00.000-07:00

The other day a friend commented to me that I never seem to get lost and always know my way around. Now, I know anyone who knows me well, is in hysterics by now and not believing this. Many people who come to Paris complain about how hard it is to get around and how it is all twisted around. However, I do seem to have an uncanny knack of finding my way around Paris. My own peculiar twisted sense of direction seems to work wonders in Paris! Finally, I have found somewhere, where I am not forever getting lost. Hallelujah!

A week of ups and downs in Paris!

2009-03-21T18:09:00.001-07:00

It’s been a strange week; both good and bad. On the negative side I lost my phone and of course all my contacts numbers, because I never keep a hard copy. You think I would learn but I never seem to. Then a few nights later the teller machine ate my bank card, so it has been a frustrating week. However, it is not all grim and darkness, I have been to some interesting places in the last week. Starting with last Saturday I went to lunch for L’s birthday. We went first to a café in Montmarte for a drink; kicking off the afternoon with a nice glass of red. We then headed up the hill to Le Moulin de la Galette restaurant. It is on the site of one of the old windmills of Paris and I have often walked passed it and wanted to see what it was like, so was very happy to go to lunch there. There were 10 girls and one guy, with a majority of them being French, a lot of the conversation was in French and was quite testing of my limited French skills. Then after the lunch we headed back down the hill to another café/ bar for another drink. Altogether it was a lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Drinking wine and eating yummy, yummy food. In true French style there was a set menu where you can order three courses. For starters I had Salmon with roe and lentils followed by cochon and veges followed by Opera Gateaux. Then I stumbled home, full of good food and wine and pleasant memories. Following a relaxing weekend, came St Patrick’s Day on Tuesday, prompting M, L and me to go to O’Sullivans in Pigalle for a night of dancing. Also this week I have been to two nice bars to listen to live music. On Thursday, T was singing at a bar in Bastille called Discoteque, so I went along to check it out. It had a very grungy, hip vibe with a bar as you walk in; then a couple of small rooms leading into each other all painted in a yellow colour with pictures of jazz musicians and posters and records hung up around the place. T is a singer songwriter and performed a set of her songs; it was a great sound, similar in part to Suzanne Vega with the same mellowed tones. Then on Friday night I went to the Swan Bar in Montparnasse to hear N sing some Jazz. She has an amazing voice and spent a nice few hours drinking a glass of red and listening to the haunting sounds of jazz wafting through Paris. So, it has been a busy week for me out on the town in Paris, and bar a couple of mishaps along the way, was altogether not a bad week in Paris.

Below are some pictures of Le Moulin de la Galette restaurant

Photos on request.

2009-03-12T14:46:00.001-07:00

Ok so I have been posting a lot tonight. Funny how going to a book launch can inspire me to write. I have been requested to post some photos, so I have had a look through my photos and this is what I have come up with. Please enjoy.

An interesting character.

2009-03-12T14:37:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday at the Writers Atelier, G asked us to talk about an interesting character in Paris we had met; who we would like to write about or view their life for a day. There were too many and I couldn't really think of any in particular, but I talked about the artist I met who ran an Atelier in a set of tiny rooms. The first was like an entrance room of 3metres squared, which led into a room of maybe 15 metres squared, where he had ten artists at easels, crammed into the space, painting different things. They stopped for tea and he passed around all these obscure postcards of artists and wanted people to tell him about them. Anyway, today I saw a much more intriguing character. I was walking along the street this morning on the way to Monoprix (the supermarket) for my groceries. I was walking along when I spotted this man walking then he stopped and turned and gave a little jump and ran on a few feet. Then he started walking along again as if normal; before stopping and repeating the process and then resumes walking and then stepping into a shop window to watch the street. It was a very interesting display to watch and I could not work out if he had a problem, or if he was just playing still. It is intriguing and makes me wish I could sometimes see inside certain people's heads for a day to see what they see.

On the Metro.

2009-03-12T14:28:00.000-07:00

I have a love hate relationship with the Metro. I love it because it is such an easy system to use and you can get wherever you need to go relatively easily. I hate it when it is crowded and too many people pushing and shoving you. I love it in the quieter periods, where I can sit and indulge in one of my favourite pastimes of people watching. I love the interesting characters that you see, like the day there was a quaint old french man with his jaunty little hat humming the tune to La Vie en Rose, which was then in my head for the rest of the day. Tonight on the Metro, I witnessed one of the most graceful slides that I have seen. A man caught unawares went sliding back as the train took off and kind of glided towards the pole coming to rest against it with a graceful sweep of one leg crossing in front of the other, resulting in him nonchalantly leaning against the pole as if nothing had happened. Most impressive, as opposed to the one I witnessed the other night where there were a group of drunk middle aged Englishmen heading back after a night out the town. One of them lost his footing and went flying from one pole all the way down the middle of the train to the next pole. Of course in his inebriated state, it was the funniest thing in the world and it actually was quite funny. Anyway the Metro is a breeding ground for interesting characters; quick glimpses at other people's behaviour.

Book Launch

2009-03-12T14:21:00.000-07:00

Tonight I went to a book launch at W.H Smith bookshop. It was an enjoyable evening the book is a compilation of journal entries and photographs taken by the author Michael Katarkis. Coming out of the bookshop afterwards I could feel a warmth in the air it was still cool but with a warmth to it as well. the weather is changing and spring is on its way finally. On the metro I started to read the book and would highly recomend it to anyone interested in unique snapshots into other worlds. Indeed I became so lost in the book that I missed my stop and had to change at a different stop to get home, which I nearly also missed. Oops but it is an enjoyable read.

Sundays!

2009-03-09T09:12:00.000-07:00

Every Sunday afternoon I make my way slowly to the Marais to meet up with people from the writer's atelier. We meet in various cafes throughout the Marais for a coffee or wine and a chat. It is a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon in Paris. Sleep through the morning get up late meander around getting ready then stroll along to some metro stop and make my way idly to the Marais. Along the way yesterday I stumbled along an impromptu flea market set up at the bottom of my street. Stalls of beautiful old furniture, books and bric a brac. There were crates of beautiful china dinner sets, stalls of musty old books and piles of wooden furniture. What a lovely surprise for a Sunday stroll. I have grown to love Sundays, at first I hated that all the shops were shut and places deserted. However, I have grown to love the quietness of my Sunday ramblings and then at times the non quietness when you happen upon an area of bustling activity like yesterdays market or the activity when you eventually reach the Marais, which never seems to shut down. All in all I now enjoy my Sunday afternoons in Paris!

More sidewalk presents.

2009-03-04T14:52:00.000-08:00

I've already blogged about how annoying the dog presents on the sidewalks of Paris are,but another pet hate of mine is the big gobs of spit everywhere that one also has to dodge. etween the Dog poo and the spit gobules on some pavements in Paris it is like you are doing a dance down the street, weaving back and forth in order to dodge them.

Hidden things!

2009-02-25T07:10:00.000-08:00

All my good intentions to blog regulary quickly went out the window as it has been ages since I last added anything. One thing I have discovered over the weeks since I last wrote is that lots of the best places to go in Paris are hidden. Unless you are actually looking for a certain place because you have been told to go there you will just walk right on by. Even if you are looking for a place sometimes you still walk right on by. One such place is the Swedish cultural club overlooking the tuilleries, it is a private club, but opens its doors to the public on a wednesday night. when I went to this club I walked right past it a couple of times it is just in a normal apartment building you have to buzz in the big doors (everywhere in paris are buzz doors), which leads you to the courtyard of the apartment complex and from there you walk into one of the buildings and it is on the second floor. Thus, even when looking for this place it was extremely hard to find but worth it in the end. With two main rooms, one with a bar and one with a jazz band, it was an intersting experience. Other little gems include literary cafes in the heart of the Marais, tapas bars buried in Les Halles, backstreet artist ateliers, backrooms of dingy pubs where live starter bands perform. If you know where to look Paris is full of hidden gems and it is the journey towards finding them that makes life interesting.

A walk in the 14th and later a Marilyn moment!

2009-02-01T05:44:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went to another meetup group the new in town meetup. It was a walk around a certain part of the fourteenth arrondissement. This is actually the arrondissement where I am living luckily though it was a different area to those I usually frequent and was very insightful to see another side of Paris. Edward the organiser was showing us an area that is like a little village instead of a city in behind ugly modern buildings were little culsdesac of houses and little twisting laneways. We ended the walk in a cafe by parc Montsouris and it was a very pleasant way to spend a saturday afternnoon unfortunately it all came to an abrupt end with a sudden mass exodus, but four of us headed to china town(if you can call it that) for dinner. I have to say I'm not sure if we actually found china town or not because what we came across was a street with asian restaurants on it, I was expecting a bigger area like in Sydney or other major cities. On the way to china town I experienced a Marilyn moment when I walked across an airvent and my skirt blew up, thank goodness for leggings. All in all it was a good saturday afternoon in Paris.

I love the art deco patterning on this building.

A collection of houses.

For mum a london taxi in Paris

Men playing boules in the square.

A Natural spring where people collect their water.

Smile.

2009-01-30T11:36:00.000-08:00

One thing that always makes me smile is, when sitting on the metro and suddenly an accordion player starts playing some bouncy french tune. It's a guaranteed pick me up and never fails to make me smile.

Be careful which cheese you choose.

2009-01-29T11:46:00.000-08:00

One of the things France does so well is cheese. walk into any supermarket even the small ones and there is a huge range of cheeses for all occasions. Not to mention the Fromageries which are shops devoted entirely to the sale of cheese.So, it is easy to find cheese and not knowing a lot on the subject except that I like cheese, I have been trying different ones. Mostly I do like the ones I have tried, however there is one drawback to many cheeses and that is the smell. It is quite amazing actually how bad some cheeses can smell. To make matters even worse is that apartments in Paris are nice and small. Tonight as i sit writing this I can't quite seem to get rid of the smell of the particular cheese that is now sitting in my refrigerator and it seems that if I open the fridge for something the ("delightful") smell re wafts around my little room. So the moral of the story is be careful of which cheese you choose when living in a small apartment.

Bizare mating rituals of Internationals and Parisians are a strange breed!

2009-01-28T13:36:00.000-08:00

I think one of the main things an expat living in Paris will tell you is that Parisians in general, are a strange breed of people and that it is hard to make friends with the locals. Most expats start out in Paris with high ideals of wanting to not just be hanging out with other English speakers or Internationals. Instead wanting to integrate and meet French friends. However, after a few months of living in Paris it soon becomes clear that it is not so easy,it's a case of making friends with other English speakers and expats from other countries or make no friends at all. I think it is hard to make friends with Parisians because many of them have tight insular friendship groups that they have had for many years and they just have no need of adding to their groups. So, in a search for like minded people to hangout with I have been joining some meet up groups that organise events to meet other expats. Having attended three very successful meet ups through the Aussie meet up group ( one of course being Australia Day) I decided to join an Internationals meet up group. Tonight was the first meet up I attended with this group and I dragged S along with me to check it out. Which, in hindsight was a wise thing to do or the evening might have been a total waste of time. We went to a tapas bar (yes I am aware I am in France not Spain) where S and I enjoyed a few glasses of yummy Sangria. We were there a little early and along with a few other early birds enjoyed a bit of a conversation trying to find a language in common. After a little while and quite a few more arrivals S and I began to notice that there was a certain age of person attending this function and that most of them had been living in Paris for 10 to 15 years plus already and had just started attending this meetup. It was then that we decided that most people in the room were probably already divorced at least once and it seemed to be their form of picking up other long time expat (divorcees?). Cynical of us maybe but all I can say is that I think I was the youngest in the room and apart from S's five years seniority by a good ten or fifteen years. So yes I was glad I had dragged a friend along, but at least it was an experience.

Lost!

2009-01-18T08:43:00.000-08:00

Lost - one artists inspiration,if found please return to artist lost in Paris. I must be the only artist to move to Paris for inspiration only to lose it altogether. At the moment no matter what I paint it all ends up looking horrible. On a more positive note though, it is a great city for viewing other's art. On thursday I went to an amazing exhibition of Emil Nolde work at the Grand Palais (which is an artform in it's own right.) Also, I am going to the big Picasso exhibition here in Paris on wednesday at two o'clock. I know this because you have to book to go and see the exhibition. Not only book a date but a time as well and it's a very popular exhibition because I had to book a week ahead to get in. It's the first time I've ever heard of booking to see art but hey it's Paris right?

Life in a movie!

2009-01-14T14:55:00.000-08:00

Sometimes living in Paris is like being in a movie. Take this morning for example. Getting up having coffee, breakfast and getting change.d Taking extreme care with clothes, make up, hair etc putting on hat and coat, remembering this is Paris after all and you can't go outside in any old thing unless you want to endure the stares in the street. All dressed and looking good, heading down the street to the metro Alessia. Wandering down the street in a happy daze white and cream stone buildings complete with black wrought iron surrounding you. Shops on every side adorned with sales signs on the way to meet S for some general and aimless wandering round Saint Germain for window shopping and just mere enjoyment of being out and about in the Parisian streets. So, walking down the street to the metro (rrrrriiiiiiippppp) stepped in dog poo... one of the many little packages of delight left all around Paris for those poor unsuspecting people who are lost in a dream world somewhere else. Hey I said a movie I didn't say it was a happily ever after.

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That bit came later (after the scraping of boots on cement or the jumping in puddles hoping to eradicate the delightful smells that come with said dog poo) with the wandering and the looking in shops and enjoying being in Paris. Also, the enjoyment of the pistaccio and raspberry macaroon that we found in a delightful little patisserie or the purchase thanx to my sisters christmas present of a bottle of Givernchy perfume from Gallery Laffayettes. All in all I think it was a pretty good day in Paris.

Christmas Eve in Paris.

2008-12-24T11:16:00.001-08:00

I received an early christmas present today in the form of my sister on the aeroplane a little early for my liking but we were both running on little to no sleep. Had to finish up the last minute christmas food shopping, including a traditional french christmas cake a "buche de Noel." One of these yummy looking things.

lots of buche de Noel's in the shop window

Then Sian and I went to the christmas markets at Saint Sulpice, wandered down to the seine and Notre Dame followed by some browsing of the windows of Gallery Lafayette.

Christmas markets St Sulpice

Country village scene in a shop window

Notre Dame

Gallery Lafayette window

Following our window browsing we made our way to the Champs Elysee and the christmas markets, where we browsed at the stalls and walked up to the Arc the Triomphe. We then made our way down the Champs Elysee again, where it was time for some vin chaud before heading home to make a christmas eve dinner then curl up snuggly in bed.

Arc de Triomphe

Champs Elysee and the Arc

Champs Elysee and the Ferris Wheel

Ferris wheel at night

Paris at night

Christmas at Notre Dame

2008-12-20T09:25:00.000-08:00

The other night after class three of us went out to dinner. On the way to the restaurant we passed Notre Dame and the big christmas tree they have up, here are some photos I took.

"oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree!"

2008-12-20T09:16:00.000-08:00

Ok so here are the long promised photos of my christmas tree.

Parisian Party!

2008-12-14T11:58:00.000-08:00

Today I had my first Parisian dinner party. Ok so it was a luncheon and there was only one French person but you know what I mean. I have been taking French lessons at Alliance and on our breaks and things four of us usually get coffee together. One of the girls is leaving tomorrow so one of the others invited us to lunch at her house. So we had a luncheon with her and her husband us girls and two Belgian guys who were friends of theirs. In true French style we had lots of yummy wine and a lot of courses. Prawns for starters, then pork with apricot and figs and salad then cheeses then pineapple with cointreau on top all very yummy.

It’s coming on Christmas they’re cutting down trees

2008-12-13T12:38:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I know that I haven’t blogged for awhile and lots of people are waiting for the next entry but it’s been cold, grey and rainy and my mood has been reflecting the weather. In short I just haven’t felt like blogging. It’s almost Christmas and it is a sad time to be away from home especially as it is the first Christmas away so my usual unfailing Christmas joy has been hard to find this year. It has always been my favourite time of year putting up the tree, decorating making presents or decorations or cards, listening to cheesy Christmas songs, I love it all. Today I got a Christmas miracle to re find my Christmas spirit. I had decided today that I was going to finally get a Christmas tree I’ve been looking at them for a couple of weeks now but they never seemed to have prices on them and my French is still pretty basic, so I hadn’t conquered the buying of the “Sapin Noel” yet. I nearly didn’t today either as it was raining and miserable again. However, eventually I decided to brave the weather and head out to Monoprix, about a fifteen minute walk away, to buy a tree. I went into buy some decorations and was going to then come back and buy the tree because they sell them outside the store. By the time I had bought my decorations and come outside to buy my tree the rain had turned to snow, albeit wet non landing snow but still snow nonetheless thus, restoring my Christmas spirit. Although carting home a big tree in the snow is in reality less enchanting than it sounds with the needles poking you getting caught in my jumper and the snow making everything wet, still nothing could destroy my new found Christmas spirit. Now as I write this I am listening to Christmas songs Joni Mitchell’s “River” for one, hence the blogtitle. Also am starting to decorate the tree. Pictures to come.

Nicky's Parisian Palace!

2008-11-23T14:19:00.000-08:00

Finally the moment you have all been waiting for pictures of the new place. My Parisian Palace all 25m2 of it which, by Paris standards is indeed a palace. It is so good to finally have a place to call my own after a month of homelessness. Without further ado here are the pics of my new place and neighbouring shops.

My building from the outside

The hallway,Kitchen, Dinning room and bathroom

Shower

Main room

Lounge

My Closet

Stairs to my bed

My Bed

Les Artistes Brasserie down the road where they have art exhibitions once a month

My favourite boulanger on the corner

Maybe I will get my White christmas after all today when I went outside to take some photos it was snowing that annoying sleety snow and it was too wet too land but it was anowing nonetheless. In my misguided optimism and need to paint I decided to venture out to the art shop hoping against hope that it would be open despite being a sunday. Needless to say indeed it was not open, however I did find a cute little art market in the middle of the street where art store shops are. So I walked along in the snow with my broken umbrella looking at some mediocre art and some amazing art as well I love it when you come across the little markets such as this one, they are dotted all around Paris and can be in the most unlikely areas.

Italy

2008-11-14T09:38:00.000-08:00

Hi all long time no post, but internet access is very hard when travelling. Thanks to sammi for the amazing blog background she made for me using my Paris photos. It looks much better than my plain one. So Italy, what can I say yum, pasta, pizza, coffee and red wine who could ask for anything more. I am in Florence for my last night and have been here for three days tommorrow I go to Rome for four nights and will then be making my way back to paris and my new appartment.

An apartment finally and a trip to Italy.

2008-11-06T10:14:00.000-08:00

Yay I finally have an apartment thanks to mum for finding it on the Net. I saw it today and by Paris standards it is amazing. Ok so there is no washing machine, dryer, bathtub, oven or much cupboard space but as I said by Paris standards it is amazing. There is a huge couch and above the couch is a mezzanine sleeping level and it has a toilet and shower and little kitchen. It is on the ground floor so no climbing a million stairs with bags of shopping. So it is great but i can't move in until the 21st of november at the earliest. So I have two weeks to fill, what better way to fill a spare two weeks than a trip to Italy Land of great food and beautiful Art I leave in the morning and will keep you all posted.
Aurevoir A Bientot

Sunday and all is closed.

2008-11-02T07:27:00.000-08:00

Before coming to Paris I had read that most things shut on Sunday, but I don't think I really comprehended the fact that yes everything is shut on Sunday in Paris. That is except for the odd boulangerie around the place and the fast food vans that cater for the tourist trades. So there isn't a lot to do unless you want to battle the crowds of other people who are lookign for something to do and go to an art museum. I decided I would wait for another day to do this and instead spent a leisurely few hours walking along the Seine and taking in the general beauty of strolling through Paris on a quiet Sunday.

Notre Dame!

2008-11-02T06:51:00.001-08:00

Yesterday I went to look at another apartment in the area of Notre Dame and while I was in the area I decided to check out the inside of the cathedral. While I was there a Mass started and you couldn't go further than the church ground level. I was still able to take lots of Pictures though. Below is a small sample.

A Gate.

Stained glass window and patterned roof.

"Not another chandelier"

Stained glass window.

Pere Lachaise!

2008-11-02T00:59:00.000-07:00

Ok I know this is going to sound a bit strange, but I have always loved cemeteries so when I was looking at an apartment near the famous Pere Lachaise i just had to go awandering, here are some photos I took. There is just something majestic and beautiful about the history of really old cemeteries that intrigues me and this is a particularly beautiful one.

House hunting and a day of being a tourist in Paris!

2008-10-29T10:14:00.000-07:00

Bonjour, who would have thought that there was a place more difficult than Sydney to find a place to rent and that mostly it would all be three times as much. I have been having great fun over the last few days attempting to get an apartment dans Paris. It has to be a furnished place, because for unfurnished you have to sign a three year lease. Also, you have to provide all kinds of documentation and don't expect anyone to ever call you back, instead you have to ring about six times and even then are lucky to be talking to the right person. So enough of the rant, today i decided to take myself away from it all and go and be a tourist in Paris. I found myself at the arc de triomphe and for the first time since coming to Paris found myself surrounded by people speaking english. Which was actually quite a shock after five days hearing lilting french tones surrounding me, I was suddenly engulfed by louder tones of English and Americans. After looking around at the Arc and deciding not to go up inside I set out for the Tour Eiffel. This time I did decide to plunge on into the que for going up. I decided to go right to the top it was just a shame that today Paris was blanketed in a haze of smog but still It really was a fantastic view way up there in the sky. Also it gave me a different view of Paris from the beureacratic, frustrating side of apartment searching. After coming back from the Tour Eiffel I once again hopped on the net to search for apartments a search that is still ongoing.

Anyway I will leave you now with a couple of shots that I have taken around Paris.

This was the view from my hotel window

The Arc de Triumph

Merry go rounds Paris has many

This ones for Guy

And this one is for Hayley

Paris J'taime

2008-10-27T11:12:00.000-07:00

It's official I'm in love with Paris. I have spent the last three days wandering aimlessly around Paris getting lost and just generally discovering the city sans guidebooks. The verdict, I'm in Love. Coming in from the airport on the bus my first impressions of Paris were pale creamy stone/brick buildings, terracotta tile roofs and black wrought iron. An impression that has only been strengthened from my wanderings of Paris. Now however, I have to knuckle down to work and find myself a place to live a task that is not going to be easy but hay I'm in Paris so who's complaining right. Well stay tuned because I hope to be posting some of my photos very soon. So Aurevoir and from Paris with love.......

The Paris Dream!

2008-08-22T06:07:00.000-07:00

It has been my dream for a long time to live and paint in Paris for a year and and now the dream is becoming a reality. I have never never been to Paris but have built up crazily romantic images of the city based on artists and writers that lived there and painted and wrote in much detail of their life and times in Paris. Two days now till I fly out. I can't wait, off to start my next adventure. Next time I post I will be in Paris.