View of Eiffel Tower fro the temporary “Pop up bar” on the 10th floor of the Pullman Eiffel hotel.

A week last Wednesday, I lost my temper at work.  This is very unusual for me and very unprofessional.  I didn’t think I can ever remember loosing my temper at work before.

I had a full blown Diva, tantrum,  shouting,  stamping feet,  storming off, slamming doors, followed swiftly by tears, (also unknown), and  an apology to my shocked colleague.

The truth is that, I just wanted to be in Paris alone……..   Away from the pressure of recent redundancy consultations,   the frustrations of ” efficiencies” ! ….and worry about people I love.

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It is bitterly cold in Paris,  with snow flurries, which sends my friend “Muriel”   into raptures, because she is not used to snow where she comes from in Australia.  Cynically I tell her that she does not know what snow is until she has had to shovel  it off the road to get out of the drive.  Then she may not be so rapturous!

Ironically I am not alone in Paris.  Unknown to me, Muriel decided to relocate there at the end of January, “Kittymum”  decided to pop across from Denmark for a haircut ( as you do!) and “Dognapper” from the US,   thought she would take a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the new bells of Notre Dame before they were installed.

So my desired solo trip is not meant to be.  However I am so glad these lovely women decided to come when they did because they have no idea how  they helped me.    They give me space, laughter , tears and joy and enable  me to get over my tension on ways they will never understand. ( more of that later)

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I had lunch with “Out and about in Paris” .  Who is such a lovely person and through her I have expanded my blogging world and got in touch with so many interesting people.

We eat in her “hood” at Chaumette, a cosy French restaurant at 7 Rue Gros in the 16th.    Traditional white tablecloths and sparking glasses, quiet hum of conversation,   plus excellent service.   The 23 euro formula lunch is delicious with a starter of  Pate, some sort of fish for mains  and a dessert of caramelised pineapples.  I never have the language or memory  to describe food, like foodies do, but I think this modest place would please them.

http://www.restaurant-chaumette.com/restaurant-paris

After lunch  Out and about in Paris, takes me to  Orphan Apprentices d’Auteil  on  nearbye Rue Fontaine, local Catholic  church and complex, with a Bistro, park, gift shop  and charity shop.

This organisation has trained thousands of disadvantages children for jobs, since around 1871.    We browse the charity shop and I buy a small jar to keep ginger in my kitchen, which will now remind me of  Out and about in Paris and our lovely afternoon together.

Charity shops, where people bring unwanted clothes and bric-a-brac, to be sold for the charity, seem to be little known in Paris.  So it was interesting to see this one.  In England, every high street is full of four or five and they are big business.   These days they are often  run using  large organisation methods of targets and  marketing, which has put off several volunteers I know who work there.

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And so on Sunday afternoon, I find myself wandering along Boulevard de Vaugirad in the shadow of Tour Montparnasse, trying to go to a exhibition of street art that I had read about on  Finding Noon.  All weekend I had been trying to get here, but I kept running out of time ( mostly due to getting on the wrong bus, DUH!)  only to finally find the place  was closed on Sunday!!   Obviously I was not meant to go there!  So here is  Finding Noons account

http://findingnoon.com/?p=2901

    Bol Vougirard is not the prettiest part of Paris ,  it was freezing cold, damp  and snowy and in disappointment and a  low moment I thought to my self  ” What on earth are you dong, wandering around Paris alone  in the cold and damp,  when you have wonderful people at home?

I didn’t have time to go across town to go anywhere else, as I wanted to go to an AA meeting at 1630h on Rue Madame, so I decided to go up the Montparnasse tower, it looked warm and inviting  ( yes I know it is ugly, but in my mood, she looked kinda nice!)  and there was coffee up there,  also the price had been reduced to 6.50 euro as the visibility was reduced.

So,  cosy and warm, on the 56th floor of Montparnasse tower, with Paris laid out in front of me,  looking very mysterious in the snowy mist,  despite the limited visibility I can make out the landmarks and I can still marvel at the beauty of this city that I have an ongoing love affair with.

My mood lifted and I realised why I love this city,.

To be continued.

Love Denise

and here is what I was doing a year ago

https://denisefrombolton.com/2012/02/28/324/