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Eat Play Louvre: Day 5- Sacré-Cœur ❤️

IMG_1494After breakfast, we decided to explore Montmartre. At the foot of the hill, there is a vibrant neighbourhood of wonderful vintage clothing shops. I found a hand-made vintage dress that my daughter is going to just love!

I have officially found my Happy Place.

After exploring the shops, many of which were built over ancient stone cellars, we stumbled across a quaint little café. I just love the energy here! We have cafés at home, and many have patio seating, but there is something so romantic about drinking coffee with this amazing architectural backdrop and surrounding by sophisticated people speaking French. It’s like being in a dream! Continue reading “Eat Play Louvre: Day 5- Sacré-Cœur ❤️”

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Eat Play Louvre: Day 1-2,  London to Paris

This is travel day!

It was a little stressful and I hardly had time to do anything to get ready yesterday because:

A. Our power was out from 11:30 pm until 5:00 pm the next day! And

B. We had a wedding to go to at 5 pm. So, we had to get ready in the dark, and with lukewarm water. It was a challenge; we were late to the wedding and almost missed the ceremony! (That’s me hiding in the gauze.)

After the wedding, I forced myself to stay awake until 3 am to try to turn my internal clock around. I was mostly successful.

I flew into London early on Monday morning. I was incredibly lucky to have this ridiculous seat next to the window. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much leg room in my entire life. Thanks, Edwin (who changed my seat!) My flight was delayed (of course) so I only had about two hours to look around London. It was just enough time to take the above photo of me with the red telephone box and then I wasn’t sure where to go, so I ended up at the Covent Market (next to Covent Gardens.) The only things I ended up buying were a tiny replica red phone box and double decker bus to decorate my bathroom… Yes, I said my bathroom.

There had been an attack at an Ariana Grande concert days before in Manchester, so security was through the roof. In addition to the heightened security, there was also a major computer breakdown at British Airways, so cancelled flights had magically been transformed into train trips, significantly increasing ridership for a couple of days. Below is a photo of the queue to get into the queue (or the line up for the line up, for those who only speak American.) People were shouting, fighting, crying… It was all kinds of crazy. This pic is before even entering on the left. There were about three times this many people on the other side of the doors, but NO CAMERAS.

My hotel in Paris is pretty swanky! It’s an old apartment building converted into a hotel. My room is on the fifth floor, and I learned that there was an elevator only after climbing the stairs with all my luggage. It’s in the weirdest location just floating in the middle of the lobby and disguised as a Coke Machine. The interior of the elevator is mirorred on all sides to give the illusion of being bigger than an elevator with a two-person (or person + suitcase) maximum capacity.

Now I’m in my hotel room. I’m hot & hungry, but happy. Time for a shower and a bite to eat!

Gotta conserve my energy for tomorrow: MY BIRTHDAY IN PARIS!!!! 😆

Peace out, world!


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That Time I Was Kidnapped in Venezuela

Read about one of the scariest experiences of my life! I’m certainly much more aware of my naiveté and I’m a little more cautious these days.


When I was a college co-ed, I decided to take my white bread Canadian self down to South America with my then-boyfriend Adam.  The idea was that I’d broaden my horizons and see some of the world during the semester break.  First stop:  Caracas, Venezuela.

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Here’s an excerpt from the Lonely Planet [guide to discovering] South America on a Shoestring ©1997. (Yes, I still have it.)


Venezuela is a relatively safe country in which to travel, though robbery is becoming a problem. Common crime is increasing in the large cities. Caracas is by far the most dangerous place in the country, and you should take care while strolling about the streets, particularly at night. Keep your passport and money next to the skin, and your camera, if you are carrying one, hidden in a pack or bag. Venturing into poor shanty-towns is asking for trouble.  Avoid police…

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