All posts tagged: Vacation

Kept Calm & Went to London

After weaving through 7 cities with Italian, French and German words thrown about our heads, London was a breath of fresh air as we bade language barriers goodbye. I loved every bit of this English city; from their quaint picture-perfect streets that hold the iconic  red telephone booths, post boxes and buses, to their beautiful British slang, musical theatre buildings and a personal favourite: the Union Jack. As stereotypical as it may sound, we did feel the constant need to zip away for scones and tea — though we didn’t. And most fortunately for us, the weather was not at all gloomy. It was perfect actually, at 18 degrees celsius, with the one-off drizzle on our first day. But that didn’t meddle with our plans at all since we spent the entire day along Oxford Street getting acquainted with the mega-mall, Primark. Where we stayed: My cousin’s apartment in Bloomsbury which meant saving on accommodation. Score. Nearest tube station: Russell Square which has 3 large and indispensable elevators because no one was going to walk up/down 175 …

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 …