Arrived in Paris, walked around the block

Apologies for the delay posting these arrival photos. I arrived in Paris on Friday morning and easily made my way to my tiny apartment in Rue Rambuteau. Totally amazing location, so much just in my street! From history to cake to books and wine bars. Great choice for somewhere to stay, albeit tiny, I’m mean it’s a really seriously tiny apartment.

Oh the building up above is just labelled *Paris on my map, so I’m assuming it’s the mayoral building or GPO or such like.

One must have nice papers hatched by flamingos, and the opportunity to acquire a blue dress with white polka-dots when one is studying philosophy.

The two horizontal shots are of the museum of the national archive. The tall photo is of the central courtyard of the building in which I have an apartment. But no such luxury windows for me, my windows allow ventilation and open onto a shaft maybe 4×4 m in cross section. There is no audio-privacy here.

Having braved my street I ventured on and bought a local plug adaptor – didn’t bring a European one from home did I since I wasn’t coming to Europe when I left Australia. I then took a walk around the block… first stop the 16th century Church of Saint Merry currently being renovated and home to a few Gypsy families.

Then on to Saint Joseph’s tower, in a lovely park.


Before I discovered the church on the island in the river at the end of my street… the bells, the bells….


It is of course Notre Dame Cathedral. And as you wander from their around the block you find the site of the home of philosophy’s star crossed lovers. And being jetlagged you take a silly selfie outside their gate, if they’d had one, of course this one was added in the 19th century, but the profile heads are a nice touch.

Paris is truly magical, you just never know what you will find around the next corner…


Author: Wendy's Out of Station

I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own. The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings. Please journey with me

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