Monday, 9 June 2014

PARIS DAY TWO: BIRTHDAY ADVENTURES

"Cue the stream of friendly Africans selling thousands of miniature Eiffel Towers and more SLR clad Japanese tourists than you can shake a stick at."

All things considered, the entire weekend I spent in Paris was a birthday celebration type thing. But the second day we arrived was my official anniversary for popping up on our planet, so, on that day, plans of action were beginning to feel a little weighted. To combat this, a decision was made- no we're not going to attempt to tick every whimsical location off my to-do-list- but instead pace ourselves and stagger the birthday plans throughout the weekend, to this I certainly wasn't complaining. 
So decidedly, on the day in question we settled on going for a walk, but when I say walk you'd be forgiven for thinking that I am far more easily entertained and contented than previous experience suggests- and this is not (always) the case. This particular walk was, in it's entirety,  probably the grandest and most exciting one I've been on for sometime (sorry Galway Bay). 

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

PARIS PHOTO DIARY- DAY ONE MONTMARTRE

"flash backs of a dishevelled clown smoking a cigarette at The Eiffel Tower, a pole-dancing Mrs Doyle jamming with a saxophone busker ON THE METRO and a suited man walking his Pastel-Wash rabbit on a lead through Montmartre"



Having been home from my trip to Paris a week now, I've finally settled back into my natural habitat. A habitat devoid of reasonable seasons and the Eiffel Tower it might be, but it's familiar and it knows what I'm about, ya'no we go way back, like lifetime pals, comfortable and reliable. Now this being said I might be trying to distract myself from the fact that, well, me and Paris might have had an affair...

That is to say that we connected on a whole new level, we share similar interests (yes food and fashion and a bit of art) and our dates exceeded all expectations, Paris offered surprises hidden around every corner- here come flash backs of a dishevelled clown smoking a cigarette at The Eiffel Tower, a pole-dancing Mrs Doyle jamming with a saxophone busker ON THE METRO and a suited man walking his Pastel-Wash rabbit on a lead through Montmartre!!- suddenly familiar doesn't sound so inviting!