MICROBLOG: “Having Tea With Chopin”
Is it weird that I’m having tea with Chopin’s ghost right now?
To clarify, I’m not so eccentric that I carry on telepathic conversations with photos of the dead while I stuff pastries in my face. But I’m here at my favorite tea room, Le Valentin, and my iPad happened to have this photo from the walking tour I just gave. So for a few minutes, why not invite him to the table?
He’s a fitting guest considering I’m at one of his stomping grounds, the Passage Jouffroy. After fleeing unrest in Poland in his early 20’s, Chopin found Paris and eventually made it home, spending his entire adult life here (he’s buried in Paris, too). Like most child prodigy musicians it was tough for Chopin to be accepted as a legitimate adult composer. Paris seemed willing to embrace him, and despite debilitating stage fright and a delicate touch on the keys that almost nobody could hear, he flourished.
Just a few feet from where I am now, under the glass covering of Passage Jouffroy, he would have the occasional secret rendezvous with his mistress Georges Sand. She was quite a character too, and their rocky on-again-off-again love affair has taken its own place in the romantic mythology of Paris. That’s one reason why that very hotel is now the Hotel Chopin. If I could only force my way back to the 19th century, I’d probably see him pass by my window right now... Tuberculosis got Chopin in the end, and his tomb lies in Père Lachaise Cemetery east of here. But not all of Chopin is in Paris — at the composer’s request his heart was removed and sent back to Warsaw. But his hands are still here, so I like to think we have the best part. :)
Just a quick meditation on a notable dude that when I was a kid was just an abstract character in history, but who this afternoon is my intimate (and rather brooding) tea buddy.
Paris is always a good idea. Even in the winter. Especially if you are allergic to crowds and waking up way too early to get daybreak photos of the Eiffel Tower. The sun rises at 8.15am in January as opposed to 5.45am July. Just sayin’.
Contact Travellur before you book your trip, train, hotel, apartment, concert, photoshoot, or show - we can make it better for less. Just saying’.
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Step in the enchanting world of Le Meurice and discover the essence of the French lifestyle in Restaurant le Meurice Alain Ducasse sumptuous dining room. ✨Thank you @nastasiaspassport @dametraveler for sharing your #DCmoments
We are trying to spend time in Parisian parks as much as possible to catch the last days of autumn 🍂 The Christmas decorations are apprearing all over the city and I'm starting to work my way down my gift list for friends and family 🙈
Who is doing some winter shopping these days as well or will rush to by last-minute presents for Christmas? 🎄
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So often I feel like I’m stuck in a careful balancing act between what I want to be doing and what I think I should be doing. I guess that’s just the way adult life works— we’re all saddled with this feeling that there’s never enough time or that perhaps there would be if only we could manage to be more efficient. But maybe efficiency is also related to periods of rest—the Netflix marathons, a guilt-free drink with friends, or even a vacation. Maybe to be truly “efficient” we have to first take the time to reward ourselves. Or maybe the word efficiency needs to just be barred from my vocabulary and replaced. I’ve never seen a French person whining about efficiency, that’s for sure.
two things are of utmost importance when your @airbnb flat in Paris is in the attic of a Haussman period building in Montmartre:
1. you must setup the table and have a breakfast with your friends in the lavish living room overlooking the Sacré Coeur cathedral and drink a glass of champgne 🥂🥖🧀🥂✨
2. you must find the closest boulangerie and get a dozen butter croissaints to stuff your face with 🥐🥐🥐✨ And that’s it! 😜
Thank you @airbnb for such an unforgettable stay 💛
I love London doors with all my heart, but I have to say that Paris doors won✨
+1 masterpiece for my #cercalaporta collection🗝
Happy Friday everyone 👋🏻
Как бы я не старалась найти самую красивую дверь в Лондоне, все равно Париж будет побеждать все возможные британские экземпляры великолепием своих монументальных шедевров❤️
Вот, например, дверь из Марэ✨
В Лондоне почти нет таких высоких дверей. Они более выдержанные и строгие, зато французские богаты на декор❤️
Единственное, что вызывает у меня вопрос: как открывать такую гигантскую дверь? Это ж сколько сил надо?😅