My First Time Hosting a Cocktail Party in Paris

We’ve settled into our new neighbourhood, near Jardin de Luxembourg in the 6e, and our new flat is large enough that we can finally host cocktail nights. Our last flat, while in a great area for going out, felt packed with more than 6 people. So, I organised a little thing for my upcoming birthday. […]

The Nighthawks Cours de Cocktails: Notes and Thoughts

Cocktail courses are something of a head-scratcher. You pay quite a bit of money for learning an hour of something that you can ostensibly read online or better yet, in a book (there are hundreds), and then, you spend an hour making cocktails with judgemental classmates, to end up with one drink. That being said, […]

Portrait: The Little Red Door in the Haut Marais of Paris

The Little Red Door is less of a speakeasy, and more of an idea. Whereas other speakeasies are hidden by facades–telephone booths, taquerias and dark alleys–this speakeasy rests behind a Ferrari Testarossa of a door. It calls the attention to all who pass. Le Carreau De Temple – 3e On a bright Saturday afternoon, I […]

What It’s Actually Like to Live on Canal Saint-Martin in Paris

An empty red and white cross-hatched bistro chair–if you’re lucky enough to find one on the first sunny weekend by the canal, you’d know how I felt that pristine Saturday in late February. For visitors, this can be an impossible task, however, I live upstairs. In the cave, my gf and I like to joke, […]

Caché! The Secret and Wonderful Oddities of Paris: Passage du Pont aux Biches

On a black night, in the misery of a rainy Paris winter, I scamper past Place de La Republique into the upper east corner of Le Marais. Suddenly, I see a burst of color emanating from a narrow set of stairs. This mysterious passage looks run-down, filthy even. On closer inspection one I see that […]

Caché! The Secret and Wonderful Oddities of Paris: La Cité de Trévise

It’s a breezy, mid-spring Wednesday in Paris, the ninth Arrondissement. A fluffy white Samoyed pops out of a narrow road closely tailed by his athleisure fitted owner. I stumble upon a moment of peace; a sudden gust of wind flows through the Sycamore trees. They encircle a small, neoclassical fountain. I approach. Pigeons bounce at […]

1.5 The Blue Notes–Panic Room

December 16th Panic Room—02h00 You still open? Of course. Doors down lies a packed bar. It’s where I wanted to go. Before we were sidetracked by L’Etincelle. A caricatured overweight, black doorman hassles us. He reels us in after a drawn out moment. Loud music. Loud people. Dirty, dark bar. Leftovers from all the other […]