well hello blog world! thank you for sticking with me through this absence and a big hello to any new readers! i’m currently sitting in a french cafe in brooklyn posting about my time in paris. in the interest of getting on with it i’ve skipped posting about milan and geneva and my fantastic CERN visit since most people probably don’t come to my blog for my enthusiasm about particle physics, so here is part one of paris, a city i’ve only fallen more deeply in love with since my three weeks there in july.
my little studio apartment in montmartre with the cafe des deux moulins at the end of the street, arriving at the apartment to find a note from my airBNB host saying “enjoy your life in paris!”, visiting shakespeare & company on my first day and buying hemingway’s a moveable feast, reading it on the lawn of the sacre-coeur and finishing it in the jardin du luxembourg, lunch at the cafe les deux magots and lunch dessert at cafe de flore, stocking up on french skincare at citypharma, the view from the top of the centre pompidou, seeing my favourite rapper of all time, nas, play illmatic in full, the marche aux fleurs on the ile de la cite, the gardens behind notre dame cathedral, sitting in a green chair by the fountain in the jardin des tuileries, buskers playing on the metro, wandering through the streets of montmartre and up to the square behind the sacre-coeur where all the artists sell their paintings, record shopping at the marche aux puces de st-ouen, pining over vintage dresses at chez sarah and the rasta guy who stopped me to show me a small bottle of essential oils called “moon” and gave me a bracelet, an incredibly delicious rose and raspeberry st honore from laduree and a rose, raspberry & lychee ispahan from pierre herme, and macarons from both, of course.
on a cold windswept street, this was a warm, cheerful place with a big stove in winter, tables and shelves of books, new books in the window, and photographs on the wall of famous writers both dead and living. - hemingway; a moveable feast