I had been working for myself in the corporate world as a recruiter...until I got divorced.
A year later I sold everything, quit my business...and moved to Paris.
I spent almost 2 years there including 9mths studying commercial photography - transitioning
myself into the digital world.
I saw everything. I made the decision to really ‘live’ in the city. So I rented an apartment on the
6th floor of a walk-up (those stairs nearly killed me!) - with a squeak of a view of the Eiffel Tour.
It sat above a charcuterie where the daily smell of rotisserie chickens wafted up from the street
below, and every morning I would eat hot pain au chocolat for breakfast from the patisserie
around the corner.
One evening all the streets were blocked off by the gendarmerie (police) because President
Mugabee was traveling to the Senat - which happened to be 2 blocks from where I lived.
As his cavalcade whizzed past that evening, the elderly gentleman on the first floor had passed
away and was being taken out by pompiers (firemen) in a white body bag secured by blue tie-downs.
It felt like just a normal day in Paris.