We decided to make our way to Jardin du Luxembourg. Unlike its cousin, Tuileries, this garden is a little further away from the heart of the city seething with tourists. To me, it’s a place imbued with grace and serenity. Dig deeper into its history and you will find out…
Ever been to a place where you felt like you were swarmed with nebulae of hipster creativity? Slogan tees, wide-legged trousers, black beret and a pipe resting in between the lips. Shabby chic cafés, contemporary art galleries masked by grungy fronts, boutiques of young/cult designers.
Mornings in Paris always start like a beautiful movie, soft light streams through the open windows and you are greeted with a neat row of Haussmannian homes. Find out how I master the art of being a permanent tourist in Paris.
“Paris’ latest shopping sensation” according to TimeOut Magazine, this three-floor artistic brainchild of Bernard and Marie-France Cohen sits in a 19th-century fabric factory at 111 Boulevard Beaumarchais, in the heart of history district Haut Marais.
Parisian Sunday has always been unworthily quiet. The shops are close but a few like Printemps made an exception yesterday to help the Christmas shoppers tick off their to-do lists at a faster and merrier pace. The smell of leather, the yieldingly soft cashmere and shiny display at the cosmetic counters got me a little giddy as we wove through the festive vines searching for a pair of perfect gloves.
It was a state of euphoria, the first time I stepped foot in Paris. I knew I had fallen in love with this city. I knew I had to fall in love in this city. And I did. Cliché, but classic. After all, who can ever resist the alluring sparkles of the City of Love?