Paris was wonderful. The centre, unlike London, is walkable, so one can take in a jolly amount of scenery, absolutely stunning architecture with a slowly matured cultural aesthetic which, if it were a cheese, would be very smelly indeed. Incidentally, it is quite smelly. Seemingly the word for pavement might be synonymous with the word of urinal but i have no evidence to back that up. A word of caution - it's really easy to eat unhealthily in Paris. Way too much wheat and sugar based delights washed down with lovely coffee.
Highlights include walking around the far west of the city looking at houses by Le Corbousier and others, eating macaroons, walking next to the Seine, going up the Arc de Triumphe (hint: free for 18-25 yr old EU citizens). Viewing the Mona Lisa behind a million glowing mobile phone screens was a bit futile - knackered anyway by this point so no huge loss.
Moving On!
I can't find my camera right now (it's kind of broken anyway, causing a little huffing in Paris), but I have made some lovely new baby booties. I'm thinking they'll be a good autumn/ winter product, important because.....
I will be exhibiting alongside the craft guerillas at the Knitting and Stitching Show in London - at Ally Pally in October. Back in March they ran a competition for stall space, and I was selected. It's not something I can currently afford (or would like) to do on my own, so this opportunity to get my name out there and network with others is very welcome, and I am super happy.
In the bullet point round up:
- It is sunny. Which means having a workspace by the window is a double edged sword. On the one hand it's nice to have the sunlight come in, on the other the temptation to go frolic is just that bit too strong.
- Louise wangled tickets to see Wicked. Fabulous costumes, really truly, every chorus member, the smallest part, all dressed delightfully bizarrely. Masterful scenery and scenes changes.
- Saw the News Quiz live. David Mitchell on good form. I want Sandy Toksvig to be my Auntie. No family event need ever be dull again. I wish I had a voice like Charlotte Green's. I was in awe.
I have to cut this short and go. Bye bye bye
Nice! I think my main memory of Paris is 'dear Christ, the stink!' followed by a general sense of under-whelmedness and feeling that, really, London's well nicer. (Jardin Du Luxemborg just isn't a Garden, it's mostly gravel).
ReplyDeleteIt does smell quite bad, but I think it's rather pretty!
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