Our trip was fast paced, and felt fleeting, but we were also exhausted. I wasn’t sure how to spend our only full day in Paris, but I had a friend with a plan. Our first stop was the Notre-Dame de Paris, and she knew more about it than I did. We’d already seen so many…… Continue reading Notre-Dame
Coming home is the sweetest of the bittersweet moments. Home’s fragrant and warm and bright and blue skied, and London was grey and it was cold, and people stand in your way even if you have a suitcase, and you have to keep your purse close. But it was an electrifying chill which woke you…… Continue reading Home / Away
My footprints are all over the globe, as I’ve trekked and trawled and slipped and stumbled in snow and rain and cyclonic winds. But also blue skies; bitterly cold, but blue. I’ve seen land locks and mountains and oceans, sailed canals and lakes, bathed in history, and seen four countries in one day. Tonight I’m…… Continue reading The Extravaganza, and Home
It’s the last Christmas of a specific kind. I suppose it always is, but I know the tides are turning, and it’s because I asked them to. It’s the final year I’ll spend Christmas at home, as a kid. Next year I’ll be across the world, seeing snow, or at least feeling cold. Change freaks…… Continue reading Christmas: Traditionalism V Modernism
