Mes Paris
Mes Paris...
I had been working for myself in the corporate world as a recruiter...until I got divorced.
A year later I sold everything, quit my business...and moved to Paris. It was 2007.
I spent almost 2 years there including 9mths studying commercial photography - transitioning
myself from analogue to the digital world.
I had made the decision to really ‘live’ in the city. So I rented a one bedroom apartment in
Saint-Germain - the 6th arrondissement. It was on the 6th floor of a walk-up (those stairs
nearly killed me!) - with a squeak of a view of the Eiffel Tour. It sat above a cute little charcuterie
where the daily smell of rotisserie chickens wafted up from the street below, and every morning
I would eat freshly baked pain au chocolat for petit dejeuner from the patisserie
around the corner.
In Paris you see and experience everything.
One evening all the streets were blocked off by the gendarmerie (police) because President
Mugabee was traveling to the Senat - which happened to be 2 blocks from where I lived. As his
cavalcade whizzed past that evening, the elderly gentleman on the first floor had passed
away and was being taken out by pompiers (firemen) in a white body bag secured by blue tie-downs.
It felt like just another normal day in Paris.