Paris is moody. She lives through her people. They laugh and debate and rush here and relax there. They drink coffee alone - staring out to the passing crowds, or lunch with friends - talking animatedly and gesturing late into the evening while the sky is still light fading to intense blue before blackening. I love looking over edge of our terrace - pushing aside the bright orange roses to see the gorgeous old apartments lining the street opposite us. Each ...

The last three days have been a glorious kaleidoscope of laughter, colour, movement, people, design, taste and seeing history and having movie memories come alive. From early in the day - either eating in our gorgeous apartment fresh products from a local cafe or doing a Parisian Petit breakfast to our every night midnight returns each and every hour has been wonderful. Paris in all her moods, sunshine and blue skies or moodily overcast with rainy showers she i...

We somehow gained a day on our arrival , although rather sadly seemed to wasted it on a tedious 13hr flight. Finally we were able to escape the plane, the airport and negotiated the Paris metro. So many people have come up to assist (was it the negotiations we were having or the map we were holding?) and with their beautiful french directions, albeit rather haphazard english comprehension we finally made our way to the "Penthouse apartment" (A home rental ...