Friday, 30 November 2012
J'ataime
In the city of love we found many examples of LOVE. to mention a few there are the love padlocks on the Pont des Arts. Where sweathearts place padlocks and ribbons on the bridge to symbolise their everlasting love. I'm not exactly sure how the tradition started but the effect is a fluttering and slightly haunting fixture of love, lust, longing and romantic notions
And the final example of love in Paris that I am going to mention is the love of treats. Delicious little sweet treats. No? Just me? Be honest now...
xxx
The next example of love is the beautiful wall of "I love you" written in every language imaginable found in Mont Matre. I even found "I love you" in afrikaans and suthu.
And the final example of love in Paris that I am going to mention is the love of treats. Delicious little sweet treats. No? Just me? Be honest now...
xxx
Travel Bug
I was bitten by the travel bug many many moons ago. It most likely stemmed from family trips that we used to take as a child.
However, ever since I went on my first trip without my parents a few years ago I discovered the true meaning of travel. Involving all those clichéd ideals of finding yourself, your purpose in life and (most importantly) your party alter ego.
Being such an avid traveler it has been over a year since I have gone overseas and I must say I have been itching to get a move on.
Much like Vianne in Chocolat I feel the need to move whenever the north wind blows. Although I am yet to find my Johnny Depp Gypsy look-a-like but fingers crossed....
Watch this space for my next destination. In the mean time here are a couple of posts about my last trip...in beautiful Paris
xx
However, ever since I went on my first trip without my parents a few years ago I discovered the true meaning of travel. Involving all those clichéd ideals of finding yourself, your purpose in life and (most importantly) your party alter ego.
Being such an avid traveler it has been over a year since I have gone overseas and I must say I have been itching to get a move on.
Much like Vianne in Chocolat I feel the need to move whenever the north wind blows. Although I am yet to find my Johnny Depp Gypsy look-a-like but fingers crossed....
Watch this space for my next destination. In the mean time here are a couple of posts about my last trip...in beautiful Paris
xx
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