The King & the Bird, or the first time you held me in Paris

Paris

The apartment was blue, and it wasn’t cold. Moving pictures, paper princesses flashed across the screen, and I watched from behind your tousled brown hair, as the strands tickled the tip of my nose.

I was in a typical Parisian apartment, and by that I mean it was filled with unanswered questions, unexplored corners, cigarette smoke and no pressing need to change any of that. Continue reading “The King & the Bird, or the first time you held me in Paris”

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How Paris makes you late to your Eiffel Tower rendezvous

Late in Paris
Photography by White Cabana

“Will you meet me at La Tour Eiffel? Tonight?” I heard the sounds of a café in the background over the phone. Glasses clinking, French girls laughing- discussing their plans for ce soir, & the love notes of Parisian street music suggested he was already in the heart of the city.

And of course I was late…. Continue reading “How Paris makes you late to your Eiffel Tower rendezvous”

My heart beats faster on Le Métro, ligne 12

Paris Metro
Station: Marx Dormoy, mon amour.

Le Métro de Paris connects the city. Step in, step out. Go ahead and jump the turnstile if you dare. Run away from les contrôleurs, don’t look back. Unless you have somebody waiting, running behind you. Then always look back.

As it turns out, the person I ended up staying with gave me the keys to all of Paris…
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5 French phrases for your little black book

5 French Phrases for your little black book
Original image from Paris Dreams

Walking through Paris and life calls for la langue la plus belle du monde.

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To the Parisian boys I never replied to

I never met you,but maybe I still know you
Shakespeare & Company. Paris, France

“My name is…. and I just moved here. Let’s explore.” Approve. click.

You can’t blame a girl for trying. I’m in a new place, and I don’t know anybody at all. So I posted a string of words, “let’s meet up.” And then I forgot all about it, and my Parisian boys, I’m sorry I forgot all about you. That glass of wine sounded tempting, and watching the stars from your apartment balcon did too. Continue reading “To the Parisian boys I never replied to”

Homeless in Paris

The door snapped shut. Oh god, I had just gotten fired from being a nanny in Paris. In French it’s ‘au pair’, in English: slavery.

But she’s especially blue when there’s a sheet of rain covering the cigarette smoke and charming cafés.o
The view from an apartment I didn’t know existed yet. Paris, France

Oh shit, the door is closed. I had five euros in my clenched fist and the family had sent me on my way. “Here’s five euros for the train.” Well merci. 

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