When I was about 5 one of my teachers asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I said I wanted to go to Paris. She thought I didn’t understand the question. I think she just didn’t understand me. I have no idea how, at 5 years old and growing up in South Africa, I knew about Paris. I just did – and I knew I wanted to go there.
I got my wish 16 years later when I visited the French capital at age 21. It was everything I had ever hoped for. I am afflicted with a romantic heart and an overwhelming passion for art. With it’s cobbled streets and the vastness of the Louvre to explore, I had no chance. It was always going to be one of my favourite places in the world.
In October last year I got to visit for a forth time. Having already visited most of the sights I really wanted to see, I now had the luxury of being able to just get lost… I walked everywhere. I went back to all the bits I really loved. The artists quarter… Sacre Coeur… I walked along the banks of the river and then I made sure I was standing waiting in the perfect spot to catch the Eiffel Tower ‘dance’ at 10pm.
So if you were wanting a few idea’s on where to spend a weekend away, here is a little window into where my walks took me.