Paris as a Blossom of Feeling
When I woke up in this dream called Paris I become another version of my Australian/Bolivian self. In this world I wear colors I would never dare to in Oz. Hot pinks, [...]
2009 The year of my French Revolution
making my dream to go to Paris finally come true in 2009 & how it changed my life from night into day
Fat Tire Tours – Paris
Whether you’re a tourist or not, it’s fun to ride with your very own peloton of bike riders! It didn’t even matter that I wore a slightly impractical [...]
Soul Surrender at Le Pont des Arts
The first bridge I set foot on in Paris, was the charming Pont des Arts. It’s the least elaborate of all the bridges. The simplest. Yet it’s the one where [...]
Seeing the Seine
My “tourist plan” for most days was as follows: leave the apartment, walk in any direction guided by my intuition and interest in what I see around me, follow [...]
Literally falling in Love with Paris
My arrival to Paris CDG airport was less of a touchdown than it was a head over heels tumbling into the city of lights. I didn’t know what hit me, but something [...]
“Getting frustrated and not to mention confused, she cries. Her tears flood the hallway.” Day 3 in Paris
Day 3 in Paris. I wake up looking forward to exploring the city, but as soon as I get up the dizziness that is now my constant companion, is again moving walls around [...]
Paris Day 1: Human Spinning Top
On my first morning I found that the jet lag had worked for me, not against me. I woke up at 5am which was great because I could enjoy the sunrise and gradual lighting of my [...]
Parrots in Paris
Growing up in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia we were lucky to be surrounded by beautiful macaws and all sorts of parrots. We had 2 as pets…one of them could sing [...]
"Behind a curtain on the wall she finds a tiny door that opens with the key and leads into a beautiful garden"
Once I walked through that red door, of my Parisian 6th floor apartment, I awakened into the beginning of my dream, more real than any reality I’d lived before. [...]
Lorena Guzman 