The pure joy of people-watching
To the casual observer, it may look as if I’m simply loafing around in a Parisian street cafe, idly toying with a café crème. But behind the vacant-looking facade, I’m in fact ext...
To the casual observer, it may look as if I’m simply loafing around in a Parisian street cafe, idly toying with a café crème. But behind the vacant-looking facade, I’m in fact ext...
Watching World Cup football over the last month on mainstream TV has been one of my highlights of summer, so far. Having played football every Sunday for many years (in the Greater London Women’s Fo...
When Mr That’s Not My Age asked if I’d like to go to see the Rolling Stones in Paris, of course I said ‘Oui.’ Secretly pleased at this opportunity to view a couple of must-see ...
Ooh la la, Ines de la Fressange has set up shop on the Parisian Left Bank. And next time I visit the French capital, I’ll be making a bee-line from the Gare du Nord.
In the words of my favourite northern miserablist, ‘I’m throwing my arms around Paris.’ Is it just me or was Morrissey looking a little bit like a tatty Elvis in Vegas at Glastonbury...