Paris Inspired is the blog of Paris Paul.
Paris Paul explains that… “In 1990, I quit my useless job in the States and sold all of my possessions in exchange for a one-way ticket to Europe and a train pass so I could run with the bulls in Pamplona. Figuring I’d ride the rails until my money ran out, I voyaged through most European capitals before falling in love with the first French girl I met and moving to Paris. One marriage, two kids and a divorce later, I’ve been on vacation in the City of Light for twenty years now.”
What a great CV!
With a resume like that, Paul had better watch out that they don’t try to offer him a major job (the top job?) at the Élysée Palace!
Paul goes on to say that… “Not a typical tourist blog, Paris Inspired is a look into the City of Light through a writer’s eyes. These are my musings about my muse, love poems for my mistress, reflections of a side to the city seldom seen: the inside.”
I want to read some of those love poems!
And, talking of mistresses; it is a little know fact that Paris Paul’s other half is none other than Karin from An Alien Parisienne!
Paris by Cell Phone…..
Or, Paris by Mobile Phone (if you prefer!)
Or, in my case, it would be Paris by those infernal things that are too small and to complicated to use and, anyway, what was wrong with public telephones, anyway?
But then, I am one of the many who still mourn the passing of the telegraph system – Telegrams; now they were simple to use!
Still, Paul seems to have got the trick of using his phone. I’m not sure if he can make and receive calls with it but he does know how to use it to take photos!
It would seem from this lovely photo of a Paris Fire (no) Escape that he does!
And what about the Paris Plage photo? Although the blogjacking photo by someone else (you have to read the comments to understand all that) is also pretty good too (oh my God! I’m starting to sound like Bridget Jones!)
If Paris by Cell Phone interests you, you should take a look at Paul’s explanation here.
Now for the funny stuff….
I rather suspect that Paris Paul has a sense of humour.
To find out what I mean, take a look at his detailed and in-depth restaurant review.
Forget what Daniel Rose is cooking up at Spring; ignore Alain Ducasse’s efforts at Plaza Athénée, even go as far as to miss out on some lovely crepes at Breizh Café on the rue Vieille du Temple because, if you are in the know (and Paris Paul obviously is), there is only place to be.. the chicest of chic, unknown to all except the trendsetters and culinary fashionistas… Quick!
Please don’t let anyone know about this restaurant (except your closest friends and, maybe, a few family members) because the last thing we want is for the rest of the world to discover it and claim it as their own!
Of course, if your family and friends are better summed up as being trailer trash (for the native born English readers of this blog; that is best translated to Chavs!), Paris Paul is happy to invite them round for some Leader Price cacahuète flavored cheetos!
Isn’t that nice?
On grounds of safety, I’m not going to mention the post about Hidden Treasures.
This is because it involves a 13-year-old child wearing roller blades in the rain on the marble staircase, and we all know that that is very dangerous, don’t we!
Neither am I going to mention the post about Fireman’s Testicles mainly because I’m still a bit grumpy about thinking up the aforementioned ideal exit plan for naughty thirteenyearolds!
Moving swiftly on….
Now for the naughty stuff…
I was hoping for some naughty stuff on this blog.
And I whilst wasn’t disappointed, for some reason I thought there’d be more!
But Paris Paul does post about the absolute naughtiest naughty person ever…. Serge Gainsbourg!
Of whom, Paul says… “Serge Gainsbourg. French singer poet rebel cad. A gifted writer who grew to legend thriving off scandal and imbibing in excess. Inebriated in every public appearance he made, he slurred his syllables and sloshed in his seat like a drink overfilled until he rose to the top like ice-cube flotsam in the bottomless Pernod he never let go.”
What a man, what a hero!
I’ll tell you a story about Jack a Nory….
As well a s being a fan of the late, great Serge Gainsbourg, Paris Paul is also a writer.
All three good but, for me, Tales the Dead Tell is a type of writing that appeals; short, concise and with a message.
Where it’s Wednesday it’ll probably not be Thursday, you know?
Confused? There’s no need to be. Where it’s Wednesday is a photo quiz where Paul posts a picture (in this case of “Écoute” by Henri Miller, in front of Saint-Eustache, 1er arrondissement) and the first person to reply back with what and where it is, gets a virtual sweet!
Sometimes the quiz is too hard, as was the case with Villa des Ternes, and Paul has to give a virtual guided tour.
And, you know, that’s not such a bad thing, either!
So, summing up……
This is an indispensable blog for anyone interested in Paris.
It’s the sort of blog written by the sort of person who has lived in Paris for 20 years rather than 20 days.
And it is all the better for that!
I think that you’ll enjoy your trip!
And me? Well, I’m going off to the Grand Mosquée of Paris.
It seems the logical thing to do when everyone else is talking of burning Korans (or not, as the case may be?)
Anyway, I might meet Paul there, with his son?
All the best