I was so happy to receive an invitation to the Sinfonietta Paris Chamber Orchestra night of cocktails on conversations last weekend. Although I don’t know much about classical music every time I hear it being played it moves me in the most peculiar way. It had been some time since I last saw a violinist play Bach at the beautiful Saint Chapelle church and my thirst for beautiful live music was growing stronger.
Need ideas for Valentines day in Paris? Or simply a chocolate lover? The girls have got you covered.
Check out this great write up of our delectable chocolate making experience by The Seventy Fifth x
A person having both the values of the counterculture of the 1960s and the materialism of the 1980s; a bourgeois Bohemian.
“Combining the free-spirited, artistic rebelliousness of the bohemian beatnik or hippie with the worldly ambitions of their bourgeois corporate forefathers, the Bobo is a comfortable contortion of caring capitalism. ‘It’s not about making money,’ writes Brooks, ‘it’s about doing something you love. Life should be an extended hobby. It’s all about working for a company as cool as you are.’”- The Guardian
-“I am not Paris, I am peace”
This morning we face the aftermaths of last night’s terrifying attacks.
I woke up wondering if it had all been some horrible dream, that I wasn’t sitting by self drinking wine at 4am, talking to the press.
But unfortunately, it was all real.
I found a new place!
The final straw was the broken washing machine… When I found out they couldn’t fix it for another couple of months I gave in my notice and started looking for a new place ASAP.
Je suis amoureux- I’m in love.
Not with anyone in particular… just quite literally IN love. Surrounded by love -loving this city, loving meeting new and amazing people, loving where I am at.
They say that some things are better left in the past. But sometimes, it’s nice to go back now again and reminisce.
I’m feeling incredibly guilty….
I can probably count on my hand the amount of time I have spoken French this week. I have been so, so bad. It makes me feel totally unproductive and like I am wasting my time here. It’s so easy to spend time with English speaking people, the thought of having to use my brain so much with my French friends becomes a bit of a daunting task.