Lundi, Part Two – “The High Road Isn’t Always the Best Road”

O’ City:A change of landscapeIs a very good way to escapeThe roof tops from six stories highBreath their heat into November SkyCould be a ship or a trainDriving, sailing, keeping saneWind is blowing through my hair,Feeling fine in this foreign affair,Biding and killing my time,This city’s taking me for a ride.Oh City -Be my lover!You and I look good on each other,I’m a girl on the rebound,And I am throwing myself at this town .Oh City -Be my lover!You and I could touch each other.Show me yours and I’ll show you mineWe could to have a real good timeI don’t… View Post

Lundi, Part One – “My Mamma Is Always Right”

It’s only 6:30, but I had to come home for a breather and a little nap, because I am completement exhausted. I set my alarm for eight this morning, but apparently I am un peu stupide because it didn’t go off. It seems I have finally caught up on sleep though, because I naturally woke up at 9:00 am.I chose a fabulous little outfit, and then headed off to Les Puces de Saint-Ouen, which is actually not in Paris at all. After what felt like an epic hike through hundreds of stalls where vendors were selling complete and utter crap,… View Post

Dirty Artists, Women of the Night, and A Really, Really Big Hill

I slept until noon today, which is completely unheard of in my world!The plan of action was to immerse myself in my Parisian neighbourhood, which I think I did a fine job of. The first couple of photos are my Villa! That is actually what it’s called. It’s a secluded little apartment complex tucked away off the street. I’ve also included photos of my elevator, which is ancient, and more than a little scary. Very, very tiny too. I know now why Europeans invented Ikea furniture, though I still don’t know how you’d get a couch up here! I sallied… View Post

Le Premier Jour

It’s 9:32 Paris time, and 3:30 Toronto time, and I’ve been up since yesterday at six a.m. I’ve spent over 12 hours trying to fly to another corner of the globe, and I’ve discovered that I can’t sleep on a plane without some kind of drug-induced stupor. Which I didn’t have this time, so this will have to be brief, because I’m crashing. How lame! I began to gnash my teeth and give up hope of ever getting to our destination, when the French country side finally came into view from the airplane. Acres of farm land looked like a… View Post