New Years was celebrated with Ida, Simone, and 30 other new friends, in a 300 square meter pool-equipped cabin in the mountains of Norway.
I got to spend more time with close friends at home for the rest of the break, before I desperately signed up to work for the remaining days.
Today I’ve been curing my sick throat and throbbing head with some tea and gingerbread cookies, hoping to get well for the final days at work before I head back to Paris on Wednesday. I’m longing to be back, to make sure that my friends are all right, and to get back to normal routines after the terrible events the past week. My heart goes out to all the people taking part in the Unity March today, showing that the world is not afraid to fight for the freedom of expression.
I had a great time with my family in Chamonix, despite the lack of snow this year. Only 8% of the ski slopes were open, but we were happy to get tan in the sun whenever we got bored of the same slope. And magically enough, half a meter of snow appeared in the streets on our last night there, marking the perfect end to our week in the Alps.
Hope you all had a great time over the holiday!
Taken on my way home last week
Finals week is here, and I’m just realizing how fast everything has gone. This past semester has been non-stop busy, but I’ve met some amazing people along the way, had the best nights out, gotten more involved in the university and improved my french quite a bit! It’s always bittersweet leaving Paris during vacations, but I am so ready for this one. I am leaving Saturday morning by train to Chamonix, where I am meeting up my family. We’re going to spend Christmas in the Alps, and then return to Norway, where I’ll celebrate New Years with Ida and Simone! I can’t wait for us Parisians to reunite at home <3
Out of all the cafés I’ve tried out in Paris this semester, only a few have served as sweet study spots. I love reading and writing in cafés, but not all cafés love me back when I spread out on a table alone, and stay seated for several hours during busy lunch hours. These cafes are the exceptions:
Pomme-carotte-gingembre juice, cake treats of all kinds and big tables are three reasons to come here.
30 Rue Debelleyme
Super nice people, delicious sandwiches, cute flower details and music that cheers you up. A winner!
Folks and Sparrows
14 Rue Saint-Sébastian
This warm cosy cafe, hidden behind a rustic door in the streets of Marais, serves all-vegan food, and even has a table set for one. Every time I come here I end up finishing 6-page essays like it was nothing, and a big plus is that they are open until 22.00 on weekdays.
6 Rue du Forez
Writing papers in cafés // Running by the Seine // Wearing red-lipstick
Beautiful Notre Dame // Mingling at the .. // Buying flowers from the market
Night strolls // .. Mona Bismarck Center // Preparty in gallery in Montmartre
.. more frequent peeks on Instagram
Dedicating this green post to show you the green wall I discovered with Ida by Rue d’Aboukir in the 2nd arrondissement, and to show you my new vintage jacket from Chanel.
I was so happy Ingvild joined me for a night out in Paris. Going to bars beats clubbing anytime, and my only plan was to take her to Le Mary Celeste, one of the popular bars close to my place. As you know, the night didn’t end there, so we were pretty tired when we got up the next morning. Nevertheless, we dragged our make-up-less faces out to get breakfast at Marché des Enfants Rouge. This market is supposedly the oldest covered market in Paris, famous for all the food stands serving dishes from all over the world. They also have a fresh vegetable vendor and an abundance of flowers, which I plan on going back for today.
It was such a warm day, so we decided to stroll down to Shakespeare & Company in the nice weather. We each bought some books and sat down to read for half an hour, before it was time for Ingvild to catch her flight. With so much work lately, I even had to work when she was here, but I think we still managed to make the most out of the 22 hours we had together. Minimal sleep and flaneries is what Paris is all about.
This weekend I visited Champagne for the first time, where my friend Johanne is studying at Science Po. Ingvild came down too, so we could all catch up over some champagne and have a “koselig” time together, a study-break survival method we learnt back in the IB.
On our visit to Chateau de Pommery, we descended the long staircase to the champagne caves with our French speaking guide. Not only did we learn about the making of champagne – we also saw incredible art pieces they have dedicated to the art of creating champagne.
An hour later we resurfaced from the dark, and sat down with some glasses of champagne. We chatted on for hours, and almost got kicked out at closing time.
The rest of the weekend was spent reading together, baking cinnamon buns and enjoying the little break on Nov 11th. Ingvild joined me on the train back to Paris on Monday, and we spontaneously stayed up until 7am, hopping from bar to birthday party to after party to pasta party. We met so many new people, and it was such a random and successful night. Best of all was that we both spoke French most of the night. Merci, Ingvild!
… when my mom visited me. Hehe, not really, but it’s almost a month since now so it’s about time I round up our lovely weekend with another restaurant tips. It is Café Charlot that seems to be set in Paris 70 years ago. The restaurant is decorated with white tiles, rustic lamps and the waiters wear all white. When I walked in, I immediately recognized the style from a restaurant we usually visit during lunch breaks at uni - Café Central. It turns out it’s the same owner, so if you’re either in the 7th or the 3rd arrondissement, you should try it out!
It was the perfect end to a long, chilly Sunday. Mom went all in and ordered escargots for me to try for the first time, and it turned out to taste mostly garlic and not too terrible. Then, we ordered extra fries to the best beaf they had on the menu.
Feeling pretty lucky!
38 Rue de Bretagne