I once lived in France. It was one school year many moons ago. The purpose was to learn French. But of course – I was sixteen – and learned so much more. So much more. This is now twenty years ago, which of course, is the perfect excuse for a reunion.
Five of us managed to get to Paris in order to say santé. It is more or less what remains of our collective French vocabulary from those days. But who cares? We rented this wonderful apartment from Special Apartments, and it proved to be the perfect base for five friends who hadn’t seen each other in a really long time!
I’ve rented with Special Apartments on several occasions, and can honestly say that they add another dimension to any stay in Paris. Having your very own apartment where you can keep your freshly bought market cheese cool in the fridge, listen to some French tv in the background, and just enjoy the rhythm of your Parisian neighbours’ daily lives makes for a very authentic experience.
But we were here for one reason. To indulge in that particular kind of melancholia which brings you right back to sweet sixteen at the sight of a face, the sound of a tune and the whiff of camembert and saucisson. What did we do? Well, we didn’t see the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe. We did that twenty years ago, see?
I won’t bore you with the details of how five thirty somethings make the most of a break from our lives as we know them. But I will show you this:
And we also discovered Canal St Martin. For those of you who know it, it’s needless to say that this Parisian gem deserves every oh-la-la that has ever been written about it! For those of you who have yet to visit, prepare for some serious picnicing (bring enough supplies to last you for a sedated afternoon of sunshine and happy vibes). This place is so much more down to Earth than the well known Rive Droite and Rive Gauche of the Seine a bit further south.
As for us… we soaked up as much of Paris as possible and did a bit of this:
A bit of this:
A cultural touch at the weird and wonderful ‘History of Medicine Museum’ (adresse: 12, Rue de l’Ecole de Médecine). It’s the eeriest museum I’ve ever visited – the table in the picture below speaks for itself. It is made up entirely of real human body parts (blood, liver, lung, spinal cord, ears, etc.) and the foot in the middle is from a real person.
And finally a bit of this:
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