Sometimes in life I am prone to looking back to those good times. Past periods we tend to romanticize. With me, it is my study years. When there was hardly any money to pay rent but always enough to invest in decent red wine, theatre tickets and museum visits. When I dreamt of all those distant places I couldn’t afford to go to.
Some few years later I happily find myself occasionally travelling the world and satisfying my insatiable sense of wanderlust. It was Paris that evoke that feeling of boheme inside me again. Living for the moment. This is why I spent a rather casual long weekend in Paris over New Year’s Eve, which means no sore feet but also no cliché Eiffeltower captures (sorry).
What evoked that boheme feeling? My Airbnb apartment in the artists’ quarter Montmartre did. A time-worn wooden floor, imposing pieces of art and oh so beautiful vintage furniture is all I need say.
Beside excellent coffee from the french press in the apartment I tried the one or other coffee place around town even though unfortunately many cafés were closed due to the holidays.