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Thanks for Disneyland, Mr Walt Disney

When I tell you my day spent at Paris Disneyland was the happiest day yet, I don’t exaggerate. Contrary to exploring a city where unfamiliar surroundings felt unsettling at times, this theme park was one I had to resist prancing and twirling about with a face full of nothing but glee. I’d been to Disneyland before, though those memories reside in ball of fuzz, so this was a day to remember. And remember it I shall. I’ll remember riding that carousel wishing it went on and on. And I’ll definitely remember how vastly different Space Mountain 2 was from the original one I rode when I was nine – we might have gone close to parallel to the ground at some point. I’ll remember this little girl in Merida’s dress carried by her mom in front of me while we queued for a photo with Snow White, crying, and how another little girl slightly older than her in pink Minnie-wear came up to hold her hand. The tears stopped. It was the sweetest thing. Dumbledore, is …

Postcards From Paris

Day 12, 30th June 2013: Click on any image to view them in a flip-through. The second day in Paris was spent prancing about the major landmarks – the ones you see on postcards, overused on tote bags and what not. Still, each of them held their own beauty. Still, we stood in awe. Starting things grand with the massive Arc de Triomphe, we were more than pleased to find the designated “photo spot” marked out in the centre of Champs Elysées. What followed were 90 minutes of strolling through the avenue with croissants and that must-try-miniature-donut-like-thing-sorry-i-cant-remember-its-name in hand while watching the first third of the crowd attempting selfies with the arc. Next stop: The Eiffel Tower. We had a mini-macaron picnic under the blinding rays of the sun at Champs de Mars. Finding that perfect spot just so the entire 324m-tower fits nicely in the frame got us moving further and further away. Once we got it, a self-timed jump shot was due before we scooted off for the carousel hunt down. After a double hit on false carousel-identities, we …

Paris: My First Impressions

Paris is a romantic city to one, a pastry heaven to another and then to people like me, it’s a place I’ll remember first for its unpleasant smelling train stations, then the outrageously smoke-filled cafes. Outdoors. Day 11, 29th June 2013: 4.35PM: Our sleek white train pulled into the station of Gare de L’est, where we were greeted by jostling crowds with no one looking particularly friendly. To get to our rented apartment, we needed to take the metro to Place de Clichy . But first, tickets. There was just one machine, with a long queue of course, mostly tourists with luggages and a complicated ticket-purchase system. 30 minutes of waiting, four ticket slips and some lost moments later, we found ourselves facing a bright red door – which would lead us to the narrowest spiral staircase known to mankind. Oh, we lived on the top floor. Fourth, thankfully? The Parisan apartment we stayed in was a tiny one on Rue Nollet, home to our host Elie, whom we didn’t get to meet since she …