French flag colours on Sydney Opera House

Paris Attacks

Largely through my work, I've spent much of the day immersed in the terrorism attacks in Paris. On top of the professional, there was concern for a friend who lives in Paris (who I've yet to hear from in reply), and for another friend whose partner lives in Paris (everything is all okay). Though there … Continue reading Paris Attacks

MIchael Jackson and Bubbles by Jeff Koons on display at Versailles, France 2008

Michael Jackson at Versailles

“I'd like to know who approved this”, my friend David said today of the Jeff Koons exhibition at the Versailles Palace. “I mean, I quite like his work”, he added, but wondered why this world-famous building was deemed an appropriate space to exhibit Koon's famous statue of Michael Jackson and Bubbles. “Maybe it's because of … Continue reading Michael Jackson at Versailles

Great Views of Paris

“Just keep walking, it's a scam”, I shouted to the young tourist couple, hoping they understood my English. I knew something was awry when on the approach to the Eiffel Tower, I saw a young girl approach them, pretending to have found a gold ring in the sand and asking if it was theirs.Just a … Continue reading Great Views of Paris

Sunday in The Marais

“Oh my God, she's going to ask for directions”, I thought to myself when the forty-something glamorous woman with a suitcase called out to me today. “Oh my God, how do you say I'm a tourist?” I thought to myself, as she beckoned me to stop. She quickly recognised I was an English language speaker, … Continue reading Sunday in The Marais

Day Of Death

”Yes, it's like this every day”, my friend David told me with a certain disdain on his face. As I looked around the carriage most of the other passengers seemed to have the same look on their faces, as a group of buskers started playing music in our carriage. Although it was the first time … Continue reading Day Of Death

Loire Valley – Day Three

You know how when you travel you end up with a pocket full of coins you can't do anything with. The exchange bureaus won't accept them, and of course you don't feel as though you can throw them away (they're money after all). In writing this, I've realised I could probably give them to the … Continue reading Loire Valley – Day Three

People Of Paris

“Do you understand what she just said?”, the kind middle-aged woman asked me on the metro this afternoon. “Not a word”, I told her. She knew I didn't speak French, because just moments earlier she'd asked me if I knew what was going on. She told me there'd been an accident on the metro and … Continue reading People Of Paris