Have you seen this man?

 
Crazy frenchman spotted in the Amsterdam Airport on March 3, 2006. Has been known to smoke in no-smking areas and set garbage cans on fire with disgarded cigarette butts. He also was spotted drinking straight vodka out of a 26er from one hand and having a beer in the other. Enjoys calling young canadian girls who have been stranded in the airport "baby, baby, baby". Intimidates young Amercian men by asking "Do you like life"? Is not fond of these Amercians. Any information on Eric the Journalist is kindly appreciated. More details to follow.... 

Was I really in Paris?

 

Okay, was I really there? I haven't even been home for a month and it feels like a dream, a hazy watercolour. Was I ever even there? Yet, I have the proof - photos and journals. And the stories, many many many stories.

Life for the past two years has been, well, less than stellar. Don't take this as bitching and moaning, take this as a fact. So, after a far less than perfect Christmas, I made the split second decision to go, to take a break, to go alone, to my favourite city in the world. I kept saying to friends and family, I just want to take a break from life, just a break, just to sleep for 3 months and not deal with anything. I made a better decision, a month in a rented apartment in Paris. A month of bread and cheese. A month of quiet. A month of being someone completely different than I am. It was lovely, so very very lovely. 

A favourite spot in Paris.....

 

After a month long excurision to the City of Lights, I have many favourite spots. Many. But, this has to be one of the best - Paris through a clock at la musee d'orsay......