I t was and I was a giddy twenty year old student from University of Limerick. Having hitch-hiked to Dublin, it was safe to do so then , I boarded the big green Aer Lingus aeroplane, destination Paris. How grown up I felt! How excited I was! I had a few other Irish colleagues for company so together we rented an apartment in the fourteenth arrondissement. Our wee flat was on the top floor of a twelve storey building and there were was no lift. Number of accommodation Any 1 2 3 4 5. Frequenting an Irish pub with Irish people was not the best way to learn French but the craic was good and it made me feel closer to home.
Despite the excitement of Parisian life, I often felt homesick. I missed my family and the hills and beaches of Donegal. Not good for the cholesterol levels but so, so delicious. He smiled his crooked smile β a smile which was full of fun and mischief but a kind smile nonetheless.
He sang a few songs and the band played a few tunes. The Irish flags were waving and all Irish eyes were smiling. Rose Line is a fictional name given to the Paris Meridian and to the sunlight line defining the exact time of Easter on the Gnomon of Saint-Sulpice , marked by a brass strip on the floor of the church, where the two are conflated, by Dan Brown in his novel The Da Vinci Code.
Source: Wikipedia. I loved my experience working as a ground handling agent in the airport. My job involved welcoming and directing passengers as well as check-in and general information. It was tough at the beginning because our training was conducted in French.
Fortunately, I was able to take it in my stride and by the end of my placement, I found myself thinking and even dreaming in French. Mon Dieu! Image Source: Wikimedia. Paris is such a beautiful city. It exudes a feeling of energy and light as well as an appreciation for history, art and culture. I fell head over heels in love with the work of Claude Monet and Renoir.
