Il fait enfin beau


Yes, it’s finally starting to look like Spring in Paris — but you don’t need to let the Parisians know. Enjoying a sunny day off, I took a walk through the Marais, stopping on the way to Place des Vosges to pick up sablé treats from Bontemps Patisserie and a coffee from Boot Café, and it seemed like everyone else in the city had the same idea.


The grassed areas at Place des Vosges were well covered with people picnicking, taking a nap and reading a book. Glasses of rosé shone in the sunlight, sitting atop tables of busy terraces in the Marais, while others opted to enjoy an icecream cone (more practical for window-shopping).


It was the same along the Seine — couples no doubt on their way to enjoy a river-side apéro, with a baguette poking out of their bags, and plenty of people aboard the péniches (boat-cum-restaurants).


I can only hope this weather is here to stay — it feels as though it has been winter for years!


Paris sous la neige



I never thought I’d see quite so much so in Paris, so it was definitely a treat for me when I woke up one morning and looked out my window to see everything covered in a white blanket. Needless to say, that morning I skipped the gym, grabbed my camera and headed out the door to one of the most beautiful places in the city — the Jardin des Tuileries. I was a little disappointed to see that the garden was closed, with people working inside trying to clear away the snow. I did, however, manage to peek through the gates at the fairytale within and snap some pictures.


For someone who has lived in Perth almost all her life (where the minimum temperature in winter rarely drops below 5), too see snow covering Paris was — for lack of a better word — magical. So, the next time it snowed, about a week or two later, I took my camera again but this time to Montmartre. There wasn’t as much snow, but the village-like atmosphere in Montmartre made me feel like I was in some sort of quaint Christmas movie.


Alas, that was the last of the snow here for this winter, but I’m definitely ready for spring. We had a little sunshine on the weekend and every Parisian had the same idea — rosé on the terrace, bien sûr.




I knew I’d be back in Rome after spending a whirlwind 24 hours there in August last year. This time around my trip was still shorter than I would have liked, but so lovely to spend a few days living la dolce vita. The mix of ancient history, beautiful people and amazing food makes this city so easy to love. Perhaps my favourite thing to do here is simply wander the streets and absorb the atmosphere. I ticked some touristic experiences off the list but also balanced that with eating heavenly pasta on the terrace of a restaurant, shopping for handcrafted leather handbags, eating gelato in the winter sunshine and having a nosey in little vintage shops near Piazza Navona.


I must have taken hundreds of photos but above are some of my favourites. I love the old buildings and how they join up with an obviously more modern one at the corner of a street. I love the window shutters and the peeling paint. And while it means I have to pay careful attention, I love the ridiculously uneven paving of the roads.


And again, I have the same knowing feeling that I’ll be wandering the tiny streets of Rome soon enough.

Balades du week-end



While I’m missing the West Australian sunshine terribly, I must admit that winter weekends in Paris aren’t actually that bad. Sunsets along the Seine are just as magical, especially when the river is flooded (in case you were wondering, it doesn’t stop Parisians from walking along the banks).


The trees are bare but couples young and old just hold on to each other that extra bit tighter. The air is frigid but it’s just another excuse to duck into a coffee shop and watch the city go by through the window.

Bonjour, deux mille dix-huit



I can say I have already had the best start to the year — spending time with my friends and family in Perth. I’ve actually been back in Paris for a few days now, but I’m already missing the sunshine and quiet nights with the family.


Being the first time I went back to Perth since moving to Paris, the two weeks I spent were total bliss. I think Australians don’t realise just how lucky they are to live there until they move away and come back. I knew I was privileged before leaving Perth, but when I came back I started to appreciate the smaller things a lot more. Being able to drink my morning coffee in the backyard (because you’re lucky to even get a balcony to yourself in Paris), having nice weather pretty much all year round, and being in an environment where it’s perfectly normal to say good morning and smile at complete strangers while out on your morning walk (Parisians would find this a little odd).




After spending such a long time in a busy polluted city, I appreciated places like the beach and the local lake so much more. Paris is a great place, but it’s so nice — and in my opinion, necessary — to get away every now and then. I also learned how valuable time spent with family is…


So, in 2018, I am going to make an effort to make the most of (or as the French say, profiter) my time. If I am not with my family, I still want to be doing something that makes me happy and challenges me. I wouldn’t say I have a mantra, but if I did it would be “stay eager, be yourself, move forward”.

Quatre jours à Milan


Warning: image-heavy post to follow. Said images may or may not provoke extreme desire to be in Milan rather than your current location.


My extended weekend jaunt to Milan was actually back in October, but as I sit in my apartment in Paris listening to the rain patter outside I can’t help but wish I was back in the beautiful Italian sunshine. I have to say I didn’t have high expectations for Milan because many people had told me it was just another commercial city with not much to do but shop. While I did notice it was like one giant shopping mall, I have to say that there was so much more to the city and I really enjoyed my time there.


I’ve listed seven of the things I loved seeing and doing in Milan below…



1. The Duomo.


It’s an obvious one to start… Anyone who has visited Milan has of course seen this beautiful church and example of gothic architecture. It was my first stop after I put my bag down at my accommodation. It’s definitely worth going to the top to enjoy the views and all the intricate details of the building’s exterior. I took the stairs as a way of counteracting the pizza I was about to eat and to be honest it wasn’t that bad! The worst part about taking the stairs is that they are quite narrow and winding, making you feel a bit dizzy and having to be careful of other people taking the same staircase in the other direction to you. I went in the morning around 10-11am and the light was perfect.



2. Looking at vintage stores in the Brera neighbourhood.


Brera is quite an upmarket area but it’s also quite artsy, with a few little boutiques and vintage stores. I took a peak inside Cavalli e Nastri, a beautiful and quite well-known vintage store with deigner gems from 1920 to 1980. There is also Vintage Delirium and Madame Pauline Vintage, which I didn’t get to.


The area is also very close to Castello Sforzesco, where I enjoyed walking through the grounds and taking some pictures of the exterior façades in the courtyards. It was even more pleasant to then continue the walk up through Parco Sempione and bask in the sunshine for a while before eventually reaching the Arco della Pace.


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3. Visiting a bustling weekend market


This was definitely a highlight during my stay. There are markets in every city and town, but while I was wandering through this one on a Saturday morning, I watched the locals buying their fresh fish, meat, vegetables, spices, flowers and almost anything you could imagine. I pictured them going back home afterward to prepare a big meal for their family and I couldn’t help but take joy from the fact that the stereotype is true — these are people who enjoy the simple pleasures in life: food and family.


The market also has many shoes, clothing, homewares and fabric stalls. I picked up the cutest pair of earrings from one of them… The only thing I actually bought for myself in Milan due to easyjet’s terrible one item of hand luggage policy!



4. Peeking inside one of the city’s many churches.


I’m not usually interested in churches… A church is a church, right? But there was something about San Maurizio al Monastero Maggiore (La Sistina di Milano) that made me really appreciate the beauty of their interiors and the attention to detail that is required to make them so stunning. Perhaps it’s an Italian thing?



5. Sipping an Aperol Spritz as the sun goes down over the Naviglio Grande canal


The light reflecting off the water of the canal was one of the most beautiful things, and made wandering along the edge such a pleasant experience. It’s also a great spot for people watching — with families and tourists enjoying their gelati in the October sun, and young and old groups of friends having an aperitivo on the terrace of a café. It was also the perfect way to end a day of touring the city on the back of a scooter (grazie Federico)!



6. Seeing Milan from above at the Palazzo Lombardia


This building is the main seat of government for the Lombardy region, and is open to the public on Sundays. It’s free to go to the top floor and take in the 360 degree view of the city. You can see the coming together of the old and the new, with a view including both the Duomo (if you squint quite hard) and the Bosco Verticale (Vertical Forest); two residential buildings that mitigate smog and produce oxygen thanks to the trees around the outside.



7. Simply wandering the streets and finding beautiful things everywhere


Even the public transportation is beautiful in Milan… the old trams are still functioning and are a beautiful juxtaposition to the modern boutiques and apartments.


The Milanese also dress impeccably. Coming from Paris, which has a reputation for being chic in a je ne sais quoi effortlessly cool way, I can honestly say the people in Milan were just oozing style and taste. Here, it was the attention to detail that made someone look chic (which was almost everyone). Whereas in Paris, it’s not a large part of the population who actually seem to have good taste in style and it’s also a different kind of style. Among the Milanese it could be just the flash of a silk scarf around a woman’s neck, a refined leather accessory, a suit tailored to perfection or the way playful socks peak out from under very serious trousers.


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Dior: Couturier du rêve


Throngs of people, long queues and hot exhibition spaces… it was all worth it to see the Dior Couturier du Rêve exhibition at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs. Obviously the experience would have been much better had I visited on a quiet day, but I was too impatient.


The exhibition is a comprehensive look into Dior’s life but also the brand he created. The exhibition begins with family photographs and even includes a section reflective of his time as a gallery owner, featuring Picasso and Dalí pieces. There is also a room dedicated to extravagant Dior accessories, which have all been colour-coordinated to make a rainbow wall of shoes, earrings, bags and other trinkets.


Crossing the gallery shows us Dior with other designers at the helm. We see sketches and moodboards, next to some of the brand’s most iconic garments from Hedi Slimane, John Galliano, Raf Simons and more. The final section is an enchanting ballroom filled with Dior evening gowns. The colours, fabrics and dramatic cuts are awe-inspiring, enhanced further by the twinkling lights that reflect from the metallic details on many of the dresses.


The exhibition was an inspiring insight into one of the world’s best couture houses and how it has grown from nothing to what it is now. While it gave me pleasure to see the beautiful gowns, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad about the fact I wasn’t walking out wearing one of them…

La Dolce Vita in Capri


I think it was the colour of the water that really seduced me in Capri… or maybe I’d finally had one too many gelati or Aperol Spritz. Either way, I fell in love with the island, despite the hoards of tourists. You really get a feel for the Dolce Vita in Capri — even if none of those boats on the harbour actually belong to you.


I think the highlight of this little excursion was the boat trip from Sorrento to Capri. At one point we stopped just off the coast of the island to jump off the boat and plunge into the pleasantly cool turquoise waters. Having been in Paris for the past year, it was strange to feel the familiar sensation of salt water on bare skin, with so much space to swim and dive. Because even if I had briefly swum in the ocean in Barcelona a week earlier, it just wasn’t the same to be only a few meters from the shore, surrounded by other tourists and the calls of locals trying to sell things on the beach “Beer, ice cold beer, water, ice water, mojito…” Here in Capri the water was calm and clear, and the only other sounds were those of other boats speeding across the water in the distance and the few other passengers diving in.

L’Été Italien


I suppose holiday nostalgia is what finally pushed me to publish the photos from my week in Italy back in August. The longing for sunshine, the taste of an ice cold Aperol Spritz, submerging one’s body in the calm Mediterranean sea, laughing until the point of crying with the people who matter most in the world…


I fell in love with Italy on my first trip there this past summer. Rome was beautiful, but packed to the brim with tourists. It wasn’t such a different story along the Amalfi Coast, but it was certainly more relaxed. Taking the bus from Rome to Naples, we had a preview of the beautiful Italian countryside. And although we didn’t have time to really see Naples, even the view from the hotel was stunning — looking out to the islands as the sun set on the port.


With Amalfi as our next destination, we decided to take the ferry across to Sorrento and then a bus to Amalfi. At one point while planning the trip, we briefly considered renting a car for this period of the holiday. In the end, we decided it would be too expensive and too much of a hassle, not to mention the fact it would be our first time driving on the right side of the road. Well…. we were all very glad we opted out of the rental car option… Driving along the coast in this huge bus was simultaneously breathtaking and terrifying. The roads are very narrow and winding, meaning you can not always see what is coming around the corner and at what speed. Not to mention the fact that the roads are right on the edge of the cliff, so as the bus turns around a sharp corner, you feel as though you might all roll off the side of the country and into the beautiful, but very far below sea.


Having survived the bus ride (brava to the drivers who have mastered Amalfi Drive), we settled in to our accommodation in Amalfi. This little town is very quaint with lost of character, but I say little for a reason. There is one main street in Amalfi, which takes you up from the beach, past the cathedral and to the more residential area. The street is a series of gelato shops, restaurants and souvenir shops displaying the lemon in any form you can imagine: lemon soaps, lemon biscuits, lemon wall decorations, and of course, limoncello. (Pro tip: don’t leave Amalfi without trying limoncello gelato).


Two nights in Amalfi were proceeded by the same car-sickness-inducing bus ride back to Sorrento. Sorrento is a little bigger than Amalfi, with more of the same lemon-themed souvenir shops and gelaterias. If you want to swim, however, Marina Grande really isn’t the place. You can find locals sunbathing and children playing along this small stretch of ‘beach’, but it’s not the cleanest water or sand you will find. It’s better to find somewhere with less boats, going further along the coast in the direction of Capri. But, we ate some great food in Sorrento, taking advantage of the seafood and home-made pasta.


Speaking of Capri, taking a day trip to the island was possibly the highlight of the trip. Due to the volume of photographs I took that day, I think it deserves its very own post. To be continued…

Une Promenade Parmi les Fleurs



It was late Tuesday afternoon and the rain had finally cleared after days of on-and-off drizzle. It being my day off, I decided I should probably get out of my stuffy apartment and enjoy some fresh air, perhaps read my book in a park. After deliberating on which park to go to, I finally decided on Le Jardin des Plantes because it was only a 30 minute walk — I didn’t want to have to take the métro.


When I arrived I was glad I made the last-minute decision to pack my camera. There were still some flowers in bloom and the light was peeking romantically from the clouds. Tourists were taking pictures of each other, little old ladies were out for a stroll and there were even two middle aged men admiring the flora on the opposite side of the flower bed. I actually ended up in a very unusual but nonetheless pleasant conversation with the two of them. This conversation eventually led to a fortune telling session with the coffee grounds from a Turkish coffee I drank in a nearby café. It’s a long story and you’ll just have to wait until I write my memoirs to know more. But when I walked back through the garden on my way home that I evening I couldn’t help but smile at the strange yet beautiful things that can happen anywhere and anytime in Paris. And if the medium I met in the park is right, I just might stick around long enough to experience all of the quirky delightful happenings the city can throw at me.