une fille comme les autres

Christmas quickie: It won’t stop snowing here in Paris. So festive when the large fluffy clumps start to fall, and so fun to be the first to leave tire treads in it, but wait ten minutes and you’ll be caught in a death trap on any one of the city’s roads, (so not conducive to stopping when on a bike…) Yesterday, I put up a tree with one of the only people I know who can match my obsession enthuisasm with this season. We’re both heading out of the city for Christmas so we figured we’d do a little local celebrating with some hot rum tottys and horrible remixes of the Christmas classics. I blame it on Love Actually. Mariah’s All I Want for Christmas will always be my number one. Next stop, Vienna!
Dec 20

Christmas quickie:


It won’t stop snowing here in Paris.


So festive when the large fluffy clumps start to fall, and so fun to be the first to leave tire treads in it, but wait ten minutes and you’ll be caught in a death trap on any one of the city’s roads, (so not conducive to stopping when on a bike…)


Yesterday, I put up a tree with one of the only people I know who can match my obsession enthuisasm with this season. We’re both heading out of the city for Christmas so we figured we’d do a little local celebrating with some hot rum tottys and horrible remixes of the Christmas classics. I blame it on Love Actually. Mariah’s All I Want for Christmas will always be my number one.


Next stop, Vienna!

I quite litteraly (and willingly) stayed cooped up inside the whole first day back from my holidays in Austria. Coming home to a bustling city like Paris after having spent two weeks in the Austrian country side as well as a nearly deserted-by-day Vienna can be a bit jarring. Especially following some pretty amazing holidays, save for an unfortunate snowboarding accident that warranted an albeit fun but nonetheless bumpy ride down the Austrian mountainside in one of those blow up sleds and  an ambulance trip. So many people to fit into so few subway cars… Yes you read right. Where I might normally include some form of bicycle reference I now include one about Paris’ great public transportation system. No biking for 3 weeks. #sadface … In the meantime I’ll revel in the memory of a staring stand off I had a few days ago with some deer (and one raindeer! legit!)
Jan 6

I quite litteraly (and willingly) stayed cooped up inside the whole first day back from my holidays in Austria. Coming home to a bustling city like Paris after having spent two weeks in the Austrian country side as well as a nearly deserted-by-day Vienna can be a bit jarring. Especially following some pretty amazing holidays, save for an unfortunate snowboarding accident that warranted an albeit fun but nonetheless bumpy ride down the Austrian mountainside in one of those blow up sleds and  an ambulance trip.


So many people to fit into so few subway cars… Yes you read right. Where I might normally include some form of bicycle reference I now include one about Paris’ great public transportation system. No biking for 3 weeks. #sadface …


In the meantime I’ll revel in the memory of a staring stand off I had a few days ago with some deer (and one raindeer! legit!)