Villeneuve-d’Ascq
My first real taste of France was a school French exchange trip. I found myself paired with Dorothé, a fearless, Amazonian girl of the same age from Villeneuve-d’Ascq, a new town in northern France. Infinitely more sophisticated…
Learning French (again)
Here I am learning French (again). I’ll start by saying that even though I possess a GCSE in French I have the memory span of a goldfish. I remember very little of the French I learned in…
Airbnb meet Owl Barn
Have you ever wondered what sort of person does Airbnb? Me too. Could Owl Barn be Airbnb material?
Henry Miller & Juicy Couture in Clichy
Part of my Montmartre preparation involves reading anything and everything vaguely related to Paris. This week has somehow managed to throw Henry Miller & Juicy Couture in Clichy into the mix. Paris & a Hair Cut The…
Rue Ordener
With it’s cobbled streets Monmartre conjures images of the Moulin Rouge, Pigalle, sex shops, windmills, theatres, the Sacre Coeur, artists, writers and bohemia. Rue Ordener is none of these things. Instead, you’ll find an unassuming, quiet little…
