as long as we are in the Marais, i should mention la maison de Victor Hugo. his name always brings out phantasmagoric memories of Quasimodo and the Th
so i woke up this morning at 5 and headed towards trocadero. the idea of seeing the Eiffel Tower by itself was enough of a reason – the last time i was up this early for a photo shoot was in prague, last may.
the pigeons and me weren’t completely alone… a couple of Parisian lovers were watching the sun rise.
i started walking towards saint germain; Paris’ saturday morning streets were empty but for trash collectors, some late party goers walking back home and the omnipresent american joggers; even my least favorite bridge, pont Alexandre III, looked majestic in the golden morning hue.
i ended my promenade with a café crême at Deux Magots.
people are crazy about soccer here – me, the good persian that i am, i couldn’t miss watching the final of the League of Champions between AC Milan and Liverpool – i was rooting for the Beatles but Armani won…
bill maher calls this music corny but you’ll love it in paris especially if somebody like this guy plays it.
french are in love with their bread; the bakeries in france smell different from anywhere else in the world – i always thought that the butter is the reason but i am learning that it is actually the flour – heaven must smell like french “p
there was a big “messe/mass ” in Notre Dame cathedral last sunday; i was lucky to see it – beautiful music and a great show for the faithful and the tourists…
nothing beats a nightcap at café de flore…
I went to the Loire valley yesterday to visit the two famous ch