A Bucket list

Do you have a ‘bucket list‘?

I’ve thought of making one…Actually, I’ve probably even been doing this subconsciously for a while.

There are a few things that jump to mind for mine straight away:


Prague…3 trips to Europe and I never made it there, even though BEFORE my last 2 trips I was certain I would. I WILL get there, and it will be amazing!

Writing a book. Yes, I’ve collaborated in ebooks, but call me old-fashioned. I still love print…paper…hard copies…real books. I will write one, oh yes, I will write one.

See one of my favourite bands – The Foo Fighters – live in concert. The tickets arrived in the mail yesterday! WOOH. 

The Foo Fighters

Live in France. I have a dream, and it involves living in a château, or an apartment, in France…one of my visions for the dream is to live as a writer in an apartment in Paris. The other – well, it yearns for the peace, beauty and serenity of the countryside (and even if it’s a month, I’m going to classify that as ‘living’, as I will completely encompass myself in the surroundings, the food, the culture, the wine, the lifestyle…).

Visit the Pyramids in Egypt. I know they are highly glamourised, and will not be anything like they are described in the history books I studied as a teenager, but I still believe that they will be amazing. I mean, I was awestruck by Stonehenge and the Coliseum – and they are very touristy. I think Egypt and the Pyramids would blow me away.

The Pyramids, Egypt

I know there are other things that could be added to my list – but at the moment I can’t think of anything apart from places I want to visit…of which I will blame on my itchy feet!

What makes your bucket list?


Monday Photo-Day: Paris

To me, Paris is the most beautiful, magical city that I have had the pleasure of visiting so far – even after my third visit.

Therefore I choose Paris as my theme for today – in particular the trip I did in 2008 for my 30th, with my partner and my sister.

Eiffel tower

Arc de Triomphe

Paris cityscape

Paris cemetery

If you have a favourite picture of Paris, why not share – either via my blog, or via a blog post of your own!

First Reflections of Paris

The greenery and the lushness of the countryside prevent my lids from closing.  Thoughts that I may never see this again are enough to battle the immensity of twenty hours without sleep, and almost a month of nights in strange places, surrounded by unusual people, being munched upon by bed bugs in Italy.

I don’t want to sleep.  I want to take it all in now as there is not much time left.  But the dream of sleep is beckoning to me…dangling the carrot in front of my eyes, tempting me to enter into a blissful lapse of unconsciousness.

The man diagonally from me is in his mid 40’s.  I would say he has a Sting-esque look about him.  The eccentric lady directly across from me keeps signalling to her friend.  I think she fancies him…

The clouds swirl like candy floss over the fields as the train passes through, which form seemingly perfect rectangles of green and brown.  Crops of trees poke up here and there, and as we move on it is pleasant to see that they take the rightful place that they should over the land.

The eccentric lady describes the countryside as ‘magnifique’, as she feigns tears.  It is truly ‘belle’.  I am in love with the world and all it has to give.  There is so much beauty out there.  At times like this I think of Grandad – he would be happy for me.  If only he could feel again what I am feeling…

On arrival in Paris I am stunned. I adore it.  Paris is amazing, beautiful, logical and friendly.  Such a difference from Italy!  There is something magical about this place, with the abundance of grass, trees, benches to sit on, real food, people who smile, couples that walk arm in arm with each other.  The streets are clean! Everyone seems to have respect for all that is around them.

Later as I sit under the Eiffel tower, I note that it is smaller than I had expected. It is pretty, and surrounded by gorgeous parkland.  The only thing that puts a dampener on it are those pesky people selling tacky tourist souvenirs.  As we walked to the tower a hoard of them had just been unleashed onto unsuspecting tourists.

I like it here – I really do.  We have walked the streets, strolled along the River Seine from the Notre Dame cathedral, all the way down to the Eiffel Tower.  We passed the Musee des Orsay, taking in the people and the streets.  France has this sense of style about it.  Not the over the top ‘I am hot’ kind.  Just classy, casual – ‘I know who I am’ – I like it.

Notre Dame was also smaller than I had expected.  We had crept up on it from behind, crossing the River Seine and entering a park behind it.  There was a lady peacefully reading a book and I could just picture myself doing it.  It was a quaint little park, with benches, manicured green grass, lines of trees, and of course a few tourists.  From that point it appeared that one could not enter thus we did the photo thing and moved on to the entrance.

Notre Dame is a gothic cathedral.  I have a fascination with gothic architecture – the grotesque images, the curvatures, eccentricity and darkness of the style stirs something inside of me.  On entering the cathedral, the main source of light is from candles.  It is very dark. The walls and roof are aged and grimy.  I feel the urge to pray, even though I am not religious.  I had finally found the right place.  I purchased and lit a candle and finally said goodbye, ‘I love you and miss you Grandad’.  I cried.  He would have loved this, and I know he would be happy for me.  Life goes on, and we all find our place if we go out and look for it.

Italy was amazing.  It blew my mind away.  France crept in and stole my heart.