“A Moveable Feast”

I had high hopes from Paris. Illogical, stupid hopes. I had a strong belief that I would, perhaps, find the purpose or meaning of life. In my head, it all seemed fair. Too many, literally, too many artists, writers, filmmakers have been to Paris, hoping to find some divine inspiration. And I was naive enough…Read more “A Moveable Feast”

“A Song for the Sight”

A Sunday stroll down the numerous nostalgia shops in Marche aux Puces, really makes one wonder about the transient nature of everything that surrounds us. Many people, traveling to Paris for the first time, never even visit the flea market and that is a huge mistake. Browsing through forgotten and discarded items, perhaps rotten garbage…Read more “A Song for the Sight”

“A Sudden Realisation”

For someone visiting Paris for the first time, the way the cityscape changes may be daunting. From modern skyscrapers and depots to the bay windows lining every street; the architecture is dynamic while staying true to the history and roots of the city. Stepping inside the city at noon, I saw cafes and bistros full…Read more “A Sudden Realisation”

“A True Sentence”

My Paris blog is bound to be very different than the others, I just have a feeling. It’s either because of my innumerable re-reads of A Moveable Feast or my obsession with Midnight in Paris or maybe because I just hope to come out a changed person after Paris. This all sounds too romantic to…Read more “A True Sentence”