Pause while I write my memoir

Dear patient readers - I'm taking a break from blogging while I find 50,000 words in my head to turn into a memoir. I plan to be back blogging in December with tales of Christmas in Paris. Meanwhile, friend me on Facebook for odds, ends and updates! Jingle bells ... Sandra
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Bordeaux, buses and trams.

Oh no. The temperature is dropping! Will this mean the end of my adventurous spirit! With that depressing thought in mind, I recently jumped on a train to venture off to Bordeaux where it was going to be a sunny 28°. Mind you, it was going to be warm in Paris - but anyway.

The train was leaving from Montparnasse early in the morning. As that was about 20 minutes drive away by car I decided to try the Paris bus for the first time. Here, the bus drives up, the ramp is activated by the driver and it slides out automatically. It was so easy, relaxed and kept me independent. To get off, I just push the button next to the wheelchair space to alert the driver to trigger the ramp. Or, if that doesn't alert him I just yell out 'La rampe s'il vous plaît!!!'

Et voilà!

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Melting in the market – A day in my life.



image People are fascinating creatures. One of the things I have loved so much about being in Paris are those I've met on ordinary days. So, in the spirit of just being grateful for times when life is calm and embracing the wonderfulness of people, I thought I'd write a blog post just about a day in my life ...

It was going to be 39° so I decided to take myself off early to the biggest flea market in the world (which is not an exaggeration). Of course it may have been more sensible to stay in my apartment with airconditioning but where's the fun in that? The market is just outside the city. I took a taxi there because my silly wheelchair battery is running out of energy after nearly two years of carting my ass all over France. It would never have lasted going there, back, plus hours wandering around alleyways filled with treasures from naked statues of men, sexy chaise lounges and a rocking horse to die for. (more…)
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How Do You Know It’s Summer in Paris?

Summer finally arrived in Paris at the end of June. After freezing for more months than I care to remember and drowning in more months of rain, I emerged to notice the signs that tell me Paris and summer have again met. From arrondissement to arrondissement, from person to person, these signs will differ. I see my Paris as I do. It's not always pretty. It's definitely not perfect. It has to be seen with some amusement and sometimes you just have to think *'C'est la vie'. (more…)
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