I’ve always been a traveller, since a young age I’ve lived in Baltimore, Chicago, Beirut and Cannes. There’s something about stepping outside of your bubble, your comfort zone, that allows you to gain a whole new perspective on this thing we call life. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in minuscule, meaningless things that when we untie ourselves and escape a million miles away from home it somehow aligns what’s important in life – and more importantly who.
Packing my life up into a suitcase became the norm in my early twenties but then life came along, or should I say the society that forces you into thinking you need to go to university, you need a ‘real’ job in the ‘real’ world. I tried that – it didn’t work out too well for me as the longing to be on the road or up in the air is a far greater desire than settling in my comfort zones.
So I’m hitting the road again with a year full of travelling in the dairy – first stop Paris. I forget how close we are in the UK to one of the most beautiful cities in the world. How lucky are we to have Paris on our doorstep? Plus it’s actually cheaper for me to fly to Paris than to get the train to London – so I’m considering holding all my meetings, coffee catch ups and dates in Paris from now on.
My first night in Paris was spent at Hôtel Adèle & Jules a quaint, eloquent and Parisian chic boutique hotel in the heart of the culture. Just north of the river and a little walk away from all the attractions it was the ideal location to hit the tourist spots and most of all the Champs-Élysées shops.
I stayed in the Boulevard Club room with a small terrace running along one side. In true movie style opening both the deluxe windows with the drapes wafting in the Spring air was something I needed to leave all my worries behind me. Stepping out you have a full view of a typical Parisian street, with shutters, balconies and French rooftops scattered around. Whether it’s a late night glass of wine or breakfast at sunrise this balcony alone was worth the trip.
I woke up with the sun peaking through the curtains – luck was definitely on my side as the weather was impeccable compared to last weeks drizzly fashion week. With a knock at the door breakfast arrived, balcony doors opened and tea was drunk snuggled in the fresh white bed linen preparing for the day ahead. C’est la vie.