Friday, 19 April 2013

Fleeing the country

I attended a picnic yesterday in Jardin de Tuileries and managed to cut the roof of my mouth on some sharp baguette. Time to flee to the Highlands!


I've been crazy busy this week with the kids/ trying to pack for my upcoming trip home, but I managed a few nights out to say goodbye to friends who are leaving Paris. We went out for cocktails and over to Oberkampf for sweaty dancing and elbowing creeps out of our way while we did the Poke The Bees dance. Dancing like a mad Brit in a firetrap club doesn't cost a thing! My museum list has been suffering but that's only because I've been running around after two small children. I think they're secretly powered by solar energy, but even that can't make me sad that the sun has finally come out to play.


Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Hazards of the job

This post is less about living for free in Paris and more about the fact that I look after a very imaginative child who is possibly trying to cripple me. These are all things I've stood on when H was worryingly near me. After the last one she was skipping around in front of me going, 'Oh did you stand on something? That looks sore.' It went through the sole of my shoe and pierced the skin. That is some reinforced thorn.





Last night at dinner she told me she was going to come into my room in the middle of the night, take all my clothes off me, put me into my swimming costume and throw me out the window. 
This is my life now.

Free blog to come! After I survive Wednesday.

Friday, 5 April 2013

Down and out in Paris

Despite all my best intentions to use my last two holidays from work going to Istanbul and Egypt, I may have bought some incredibly exciting tickets for a trip starting in August. 


And now I have no money. 
So, this blog will be taking a short hiatus from travelling shots and instead be dedicated to living on a budget in Paris. I've spent 50 cents this week and I have a list of free-entry museums that should keep me busy from now until I have culture coming out of mes oreilles.

Expect lots of packed lunch reviews and an attempt to stretch the Louvre out for an entire week.