On other days (Paris)

People always speak of ‘Paris’ with a breathless whisper – Paris
Paris, the city of love. Of poise, of elegance, of some sort of magical romance that linger in the air.
Amidst the many touristy posts, here’s one for the ordinary. 

one of my favouritest pictures 🙂

I almost got pickpocketed today. A pickpocketing story – almost a to-do on a Eurotrip, no? Mine goes like this:

I entered the train cabin with papa and sis, vaguely overwhelmed by the crowd and trying to squeeze on. The person next to me kept pushing, and it was squeezy. Sis said ‘pickpocket, pickpocket’ it took me awhile to register, about 4 seconds, which is considerably long under the circumstances, by which I looked down at my bag (by which i was carrying by the FRONT) and realised this annoying person who kept squeezing by me was covering the side of my bag. I pulled away out of instinct, still not quite registering what my sister was saying, and saw this orange plastic bag near its zip- by which a hand extended sneakily from the stupid orange plastic bag and had its fingers at the tip of my black wallet peeking out from the zip of my Kanken. Stunned, terribly shocked, I zipped up my bag and turned to my sis and dad, incredulously wondering if they saw the whole thing. Pickpocket, pickpocket! Started swearing and announcing she tried to pickpocket me, point point, the group of teenage kids – presumably the accomplice – did not dare look at us again. On hindsight I wish I took a picture of her or something, or I don’t know, do more…? The locals stared on blankly while the 3 of us remained shocked, discussing the whole scene blatantly. The kids got off at the next stop.

The Louvre

zigzags across the sky

I love pictures of palaces. I try to envision myself in that thick heavy clothing having dinner gracefully in a place like this. And I can’t imagine it… HAHAH
Still, it’s so beautiful~~~

nah, joining the hordes of tourists for this


I was really happy my family flew over and I was happy that they got to experience Europe with me. When I first entered a castle and felt that rush of awe sweeping over me I remember thinking to myself, I wish they could too see this. Despite my nonchalant exterior I know deep down I’m really grateful and thankful and blessed to have had them fly over to experience Paris with me. Wouldn’t have asked for any other company.  

My polaroid cameras had died in Latvia and I was really upset. Complained to sis and she said she was going to buy one and could bring it over. When she brought it over she repeated several times that I’d better not think she was giving it to me… which meant she was giving it to me. I must say I’m surprised and also secretly really, REALLY happy and this is in fact one of the best gifts I’ve ever received because of its perfect timing. The moments I capture from here with my polaroids may never come again so here’s a big fat THANK YOU to my sis who is secretly the one true constant in my life and we both know it. 

Paris, je t’aime

Paris – the city of love, the city of lights – ‘La Ville – Lumiere’

Paris fell slightly short of my geographical imagination, but just very slightly. A lot of times I gauge a city’s beauty and my fondness for it on its weather, which is admittedly unfair. A city that welcomes me with blue skies and white clouds and embraces me with its sunshine makes me smile as I take it all in. A city that is cold, rainy and gloomy evokes a very different mood. Paris was bright and sunny and all things lovely on 2 sunny days, out of the 5 days there.

Paris, je t’aime is one my favouritest and most memorable movies that I find myself gushing over the moment it ended. I guess I was pretty happy to be here.

The most (and only) branded thing we bought

the very first escargots i’ve eaten in my life

Strasbourg, France

My first solo trip – it was amazing in many ways and I will always remember it 🙂

Trying to blog as dutifully as I can, because I know these memories will be left in their albums untouched if I let the moment pass. So here I am to keep them safe here- this is a place I like to revisit again and again.

I hope this zest and diligence continues all the way!!!!

Today feels like one of the best days, where my heart’s spilling with happiness across the beautiful lake in Strasbourg. But I know that more of such days will come :’) :’) :’)

Woke up an hour earlier than my alarm, clearly my body was tense from the fear of oversleeping. Couldn’t get back to sleep, lay in bed awhile (while checking the clock every 5 mins) and when it was appropriately early I leaped out of bed (50% phone batt, due to last night’s blackout) and I WAS OFF

Strasbourg was beautiful, and I was so happy! My first step into France- I was so happy I was beaming everywhere I went. I think people thought I was smiling at them (well I guess I do look like I was) and they smiled right back at me. It makes me feel like everyone is so friendly!
I was practically skipping down the streets- I was so happy, so happy :’)

Asked around for directions – cant get enough of that sexy French accent HAHAHAH. I was afraid my English speaking self would be ignored in the French/German-speaking landscape, but nope! I realised, though, that saying “hi/hello” gets ignored (I.e. they keep walking on), but I suspect it’s not deliberate. I’d use “bonjour” and they’d turn around immediately- I think they’re just not sensitive to the English ‘hi’.

Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Strasbourg:

Climbed a thousand steps (or more) up the cathedral, legs quivered slightly when I finally reached……

Astronomical clock tower – the man was nice, he also said I was beautiful. But it was after i asked him how to pronounce merci clearly. I guess i was supposed to reply what I’d just learnt, but i stumbled abit and said thank you. Merci! And then skipped away to the Palais Rohan.

La petite (petitE) France (frOnce) was actually so near the Cathedral, but I wanted to retrace my steps to the bus stop (it was only 10am then) and I ended up walking at least 1.5km (or more) to the place. It was pretty, but my excitement had worn off halfway through the walk (with some konichiwa along the way). Nonetheless, I stumbled into Vaugan Bann on my way, so hurray!

French fashion mag

le tangled look

Strasbourg is beautiful, but its also pretty touristy. Clearly tourists crowd the cathedral everyday, and clearly the shops are ready for the throngs of them. Nonetheless, I enjoy basking in the tourist gaze I suppose. 🙂

I must have walked a thousand miles today. Also, I survived on chocolate and French pastry(!!) and a typical Alsatian bread, so Olivier says. And water coolers. Happy, happy happy :))

‘The grass is always greener on the other side… This applies to everything – life, love, work… Everything.’

Au revoir! (Au vour)

small details i’d like to remember:  alsatian bread, museum man, old man who directed me in french, their lisid (??) after college that includes cooking, gardening, SELLING, …, eurozone and currency
night: sweden welfare state taxes 30%, gustav