It was a cold rainy evening, with slick sidewalks, umbrellas jostling for space and the sky dark by 6pm because of the recent time change. Two girlfriends and I waited like groupies for the doors to open at this hip “huppé” spot next to La Madeleine. (Huppé is French for hyped). It was my first time in this bar, which is said to be one of the oldest in Paris. My girlfriends raved about it, and it seems that every other blogger and their best friend has posted something on it. It figures that I work just down the street from it, and pass by it EVERY day but never really paid much attention as it has a very discreet store front. So me of course, doing things at my own leisurely pace, am a little en retard, but that doesn’t make this place ANY less wonderful! It’s a Mad Men type of low-key-makes-you-want-to-drink-whiskey kind of place. Continue reading
It’s one of the trendiest bars/cafés in the Batignolles quarter of Paris. Why? Cause the cool people go there, and they aren’t afraid to bring a kid or two! That’s how they roll in 75017. Mmm hmm. :-p
No but really, this neighborhood is full of young couples or young couples with kids, and they are trendy, busy, chill, chic but not too chic, and completely connected. So if you live in this ‘hood you must make an appearance at this address, preferably with a slew of hip friends, a Zadig & Voltaire hand bag, and Viktor & Rolf threads. (Do we still say threads? Is that hip??). LOL!
Hosted at Café Madam, sponsored by Vaïvaï coconut water and Lillet cocktails, Olivia invited a fabulous group of friends, fans and bloggers to celebrate the cumulation of all her hard work. She was dressed from head to toe by Bineta Sanor who makes African prints clothing designs, and Olivia was of course draped in all her bling and glory!
My friend Frank and I headed for drinks this Summer at the Kong bar to check out this trendy Paris spot. Set in the Pont Neuf building on the 5th and 6th floors and decorated by Starck in a baroque kitsch style. It was a cool retreat from the heat wave that was bearing down on the City of Lights. Continue reading
Post by Frank Cierpial
In the year 2007, two men were at the right place at the right time. It happened at a bar in “Le Marais”, which is the notorious gay district of Paris. I don’t know what sparked it. But on that night, on a tiny dot on the globe, two men fell in love. I had the great pleasure of meeting these two men a little under a year ago at a bar called “Sly Bar”. It is their bar. Their names are Sylvain and Messias and they have been together for six years.
Tiki Lounge 26 bis, rue de la Fontaine au Roi 75011 Paris – T. 01.55.28.57.72.
So on the sunniest day we have had yet this very wet and rainy Spring in Paris, my friend from glorious California invites all his Parisian friends to meet for drinks during his short visit to the City of
Rain Lights. I gave him a slight jabbing saying that he had no idea how sun-starved we all are, and he being from the bright beaches on the Pacific coast didn’t think anything of inviting us all to one of the darkest bars in town. Continue reading
I had been wandering through the 9th, clicking my camera button to my heart’s content at any-and-everything that caught my eye. And I walked past this place that winked at me out of the corner of my gaze as I passed it in a slow hurry to nowhere. I stopped, turned around and walked back the three steps I had gone beyond it’s door. I peered in the window. Nobody was there except a guy or two behind the bar. He seemed to be polishing counters and wiping down glasses. I, being the curious soul that I am, assumed they were open despite the empty tables, and I waltzed right in.
Frédérique of The Wedding Tea Room, and I, were heading to grab a drink the other night for some.quick facetime and a chat to toss around promotional ideas for her upcoming DIY workshop. We met at République as it was convenient foot us both. But I didn’t want to go anywhere on the Place de la République which is mostly populated by chain restaurants, cafés and fast food joints. So we walked literally a minute south of the place and stumbled upon a place that had written “Le Temple” on the awning. Obvious name as the metro station Temple is just across the street. Continue reading
Sometimes that Parisian moment can last a matter of hours, a day, several months, a year, a few years, a decade…more…a lifetime or beyond.
What makes Paris so special? I think it is the moments that are spent here, that go fleeting by, and we try so desperately to grasp them and make them last longer then they do. We bask in this beautiful place, feeling like kings for a day, a month, a year, or more, and think to ourselves…how did we get so lucky? Continue reading