Departure

Paris at dawn

My eyelids flutter open as an unfamiliar tinkle disturbs my deep slumber. I stare at the ceiling, my mind a complete void. The annoying jingle tickles my awareness. The bedside phone is ringing. It’s the wake up call. No… it’s the hotel reception desk. The taxi to Charles-de-Gaulle airport is…

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The Artist’s Muse

Paris… an irresistible place to search for one’s Muse. During my sojourn in the writers’ city, I sat in literary cafés contemplating le beau monde with a drink or two, tracing back the artistic history, scribbling illegible and inspirational notes in my little black notebook. Paris seduced with an unmistakable…

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Métro Stories #2

It was almost lunch hour and a petite elderly woman stepped into the métro at Champs-Élysées – Clemenceau. The carriage was a little crowded but not enough for people to stand up from their strapontins (fold-down seats) to make more room for travellers. The woman grabbed hold of the pole…

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Zouk Machine, Maldon and Crazy Signs

The first time I heard Zouk Machine was at Club Med Moorea, when at the end of the nightly show, everybody stood up to perform the Crazy Songs, a series of steps and dance routines performed by GOs* and GMs** designed to burn off the kilojoules piled on at lavish…

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