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Istanbul, not Constantinople

September 30, 2025 Francine

Perhaps it was my love for They Might be Giant’s Istanbul not Constantinople that kicked off my interest and desire to explore Türkiye early on in life. And luckily…Finally, after a long reprieve of no International travel due to the pandemic, it was time to get my sea legs back and go abroad. It had been my mom’s life long dream to go to Egypt and I thought, “since we’re in the area” let’s start in Turkey. So that’s exactly what we did. Took a flight from LA-London and straight to Istanbul. Thankfully, my mom and I have been to Morocco together, so we knew we were in for quite a feast for all our sights for our trip ahead.

We landed in Istanbul and were whisked away on a journey into the city. We arrived to our beautiful hotel, just in time for call to prayer. And honestly, after this insanely long trip, felt like a true blessing to be there and hear it welcome us to the city. After almost 24 hours of travel, it was time for bed. Tomorrow: The city awaits.

We strolled around Istanbul with child-like wonderment. The Sights, the sounds, the smells. Oh Myyyy Gawdddd, the smells. This place is ridiculous when it comes to spice and flavor. Please come to savor, all that is Turkey, it’s absolutely delicious. And speaking of spices, don’t forget to stock pile every single spice you never even knew you needed. I don’t even cook and I freeze dried many-a-packs of Turkish seasoning to Bring home to the US of A. Though there is plenty more to purchase at the markets above and beyond spices. GOLD< GOLD< GOLD you’ll think you’ve struck gold in the endless stalls selling gold by the weight, all served with a ton of charm, a cup of tea and some Turkish delights. (Yep, it really is a thing. And a thing you will find absolutely EVERYWHERE).

For me, personally, I was obsessed with the Turkish cotton and linens- from the robes, to the shawls, I loved it all. And of course, ALL things Evil Eye. Sadly, I was traveling by carry on- so, my selections were limited. And strategic, to ensure I could somehow, someway, drag It all on back with me.

Though shopping with locals tends to be one of my favorite activities while in a foreign land. It’s a great way to converse and connect. Not to mention, I do love a good purchase! Though, I’ll have to say that this time it was about diving into the history and foundation of the culture. And dive in, we did- into the hamamm. If you’ve never been, I highly suggest it. I wish there were more in the states, as it’s not just your average “spa” by any means….these are centuries old bathhouses. This one was over 300 years old. As noted by the chipping paint from walls and ceilings, even the musty smell that lingered despite the incredible upkeep. And I loved everything about it. We were greeted with tea and….yep, you guessed it, Turkish delights. Then taken to our own changing suite, complete with basic items, towels, robe, slippers and the weirdest cotton/paper panty I’ve ever seen. You’re taken to the sauna to sit and sweat before your gal comes to bring you into the bath house where the “Car wash” begins. I’ve been to a hamam before in Morocco and as lovely as they both are- two totally different experiences. This “Car wash” as my friends and I now refer to it as, starts with you laying on a marble bench while they drape bubbles all over you. It is heaven. Not even sure how they do what they do, though I will say, its just plain heaven.

Mosques, Mosques and more Mosques. We certainly got our share of Mosques when in Istanbul. And these are so much more than places of worship- they are simply stunning in design, interior and the grandness of them all. It can be tricky to time your visits, in that there are specific times that visits are allowed, due to prayer time and also the very long lines leading their way in. But it is worth the wait.

Sultanahmet District-Prime location for all the touristic exploration you could hope for. Although we stayed on the other side of the bridge to view Istanbul from the water onward. If you want to be in the heart of the attractions, this is where you want to be.

Tops for Turkey:
Topkapi Palace- Luxurious home to the Ottoman Empire for over 400 years. Features stunning grounds, views and…one of my favorites, their fashion, kaftans and jewels! Truly outstanding.

Hagia Sophia– Constructed in the 6th century and is truly awe-inspiring.

Blue Mosque– another site that is a must in Istanbul. And thankfully just across a beautiful garden from Hagia Sophia.

Basilica Cistern– a subterranean cistern that is a beautiful underground experience. There always seems to be a line, though fret not, it goes quickly.

Bosphorous Cruise– Cruise up and down the waterways of Turkey between both Europe and Asia. The architecture and views are stunning on both sides of the country.

Galata Tower– historic watchtower and beacon of focus on a fun-filled, hillside shopping and dining district.

Cagaloglu Hamami– The 300 year old Hamam where you can experience tried and true treatments for relaxation and self-care. Be sure to book a reservation and then prepare yourself for a whole lotta bubbles!

Life

Homecoming

August 11, 2017 Francine

For as long as I can recall I’ve had what was before a bit of a quiet obsession with France. Growing up with a Grandfather who traveled the world a zillion times. Even going to Epcot at DisneyWorld meant that I could finally make my way to my beloved. (Or at the very least, a kids view of what Paris must be like). Then the weekend of my 21st birthday I found my dream of going to Paris finally fulfilled. I honestly cried when I made my way out of the Metro for the first time to find the L’arc de Triumphe so graciously welcoming me to her city. Studying in England allowed me to discover Europe, the joys of traveling and most importantly the incredible freedom I feel when traveling. This is where it all began for me. Thankfully for years following I often found myself vacationing in France. From dating a head Chocolatier and touring France with he and his family to moving there on my own in my late 30’s- just two years ago, Ahem….

The other night I decided I needed my “fix.” Time to get home, I felt. So, just like that- trip purchased and excitement in my heart. I’m going home!! It’s not about going to see the “typical Parisian hotspots” it’s about just being. There. To walk those streets fills me beyond belief. There are no words to explain the feeling I get in that beautiful place. Much of the time I’ve spent in Paris have been just me, myself and I. Perhaps that’s part of the reason I love it so much. For I love to get up, grab a noisette and a baguette and hit the streets. From its diverse landscape of cultures and people, to the most divine architecture and layout- Ohhhh Paris how I love thee. I’m anxiously awaiting the morning smell of the boulangerie baking some of the most succulent treats to be found around the globe. Walking through pristine gardens that offer hours of relaxing moments to yourself or to cherish the laughter of children and families playing by your side. Not to mention Paris at night- truly magical. Something about the soft lighting, tree lined streets accented by classic Haussmann buildings. You know you’re experiencing some of the best of history under the soft light of this spectacular city…and often under the shining beam coming from the Eiffel Tower. C’est magnifique!

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Cuban coffee and Havana Nights…and Everything in between

Gallery July 18, 2017 Francine

Perhaps it began when I would frequent Miami a few times a year in my 20’s. Late nights with Media noches and morning hangover cures with Cuban coffees in the hot SoBe sun. However it came about, I have longed to experience Cuba. I was intrigued by the people. By the endurance and strength of the country that was just next door.

Finally! The gates have opened. The time has arrived for exploring Havana. So off I went, with one of my life long friends from school. Apparently this was part of our continued education in embarking on this journey to Cuba together. For we learned that there’s much more to the country than what we had even bargained for. So much so that it can only truly be experienced by experiencing it for yourself. Nonetheless, I do have suggestions to get you started on your very own journey:

Having only studied French, oddly enough, I always had a deep connection to Latin cultures and countries and was thrilled for the opportunity to engage with and start to learn more about my neighbors also while working my best Spanglish. Though fortunately, most speak English, so Spanish is not required, though serves more as a courtesy.

El Malacon– We enjoyed the sights of the Malacon in a classic convertible, salsa music blasting, wind blowing in our hair. Though if you’re feeling like a promenade on this famous sidewalk, sunset would be highly suggested.

El Floridita- The spot for Daquiri’s. Made famous by none other than the Daiquiri king himself, Ernest Hemingway. Located just off Havana’s Parque Central. Try and score a table or bar spot for the nightlife. Live music and energy for days, this place will have you feeling like a local. (even though tourist are all that you see- all around)

Almacenes de Deposito San Jose- Looking for something unique with local flavor and culture, then shop here for some of the best in arts and crafts within Havana.

Cigar Factory- (I mean did you not expect to see this included?)

Museum of Rum- Avenida del Puerto 262, esq. Sol, Habana Vieja Ciudad de La Habana.
Need I say more?
El Museo del Ron Havana Club

Finca Vigia- Finca Vigía Km. 12 ½, La Habana, Cuba
The Cuban home of Ernest Hemmingway. Although we didn’t include this on our journey, if you’re a devotee to Hemmingway, then this is not to be missed. As it’s just 15 miles outside of Havana proper. Hop in a classic car and make your journey east to find his former casa. It’s said his home offers spectacular views of Havana!

Hotel Nacional-Calle 21 y O, Vedado, Plaza, La Habana 10400, Cuba
Located in the heart of Verdado for the last 80 years, this hotel has endless history and has welcomed celebrities and visitors from all over the globe. Hotel Nacional is a symbol of great pride for the city and serves as a central location for indulging in some local Rum, along with live entertainment most nights.

O’Reilly- #304 | Habana & Aguiar, Havana, Cuba
+53 5 2644725
Nothing like a quick run in for lunch with Jillian Michaels. Well, not actually dining with her, though we shared a few moments of connecting over Cuba in this quaint little restaurant. This place is thee place. A true hot spot- great energy, ceviche and cocktails!

Paladar– at time of writing this (2018), is the only privately owned restaurant, as all others are owned by the government.

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a Gringa in Havana

July 15, 2017 Francine 2 Comments

My love for Latin culture runs deep. The irony is I have no idea why. I grew up with German roots in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and yet a salsa song comes on and you’d think I’m busy celebrating my very own Quincenara. I’ve been fortunate enough to enjoy many incredible adventures to Latin countries- from Colombia to Costa Rica and now to Cuba. I’ve wanted to go to Cuba for so many years I’ve lost count. When Obama opened up travel, I was thrilled for the chance to finally learn more about this country, it’s people, arts and music and get the Real Real on this country.

Needless to say, I was a bit…..hmmm, how shall we say, oddly surprised?

I know my expectations might be slightly off- The spirits of Buena Vista Social Club Streets playing throughout the streets, while couples dance Salsa with reckless abandon. Instead, it was more like streets ripped apart, riddled with trash, clearly uncared for, for decades. This country has endured a lifetime of entrapment, not only NOT moving forward….not staying as-is either, as nature still manages to take its course in dilapidating and further breaking down not only the land, but also the former captivating architecture that Havana is so known for. This stunning beautiful buildings crumbling all around. And not just in the outer areas- the inner cities that welcome tourists. It is not hidden, as may be the case in other cities. People residing in buildings that have no windows, floors consisting solely of rubble. Trees growing out from where the foundation used to be.

Inspired and stunning architecture still remains within the soul of this city. Even if most of the buildings appear to be blown out- as if a war had taken its toll. Though in reality, most of these buildings being owned by the government and unfortunately not upkept by its residents has turned this great potential into a sad reality.

As you walk the streets you can feel the pain this city has endured. From the many years of revolution and take over from other countries. This is not a city to be taken lightly. For it’s people have incredible heart and determination. Not to mention loyalty. To my surprise everywhere I turned was either the image of Che or a memorial of sorts for their recently lost Fidel. I’ve never been to a communist country before this excursion and I was apparently a bit surprised to learn, experience and bear witness to life within. And yet with all of this said, this place is still hopeful. The locals offer smiles beyond the struggle. With the spirit and soul to believe that one day Cuba can truly be Cuba Libre.

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An unrealistic Romance with a place called Cuba.

Gallery June 9, 2017 Francine 2 Comments

Needless to say, I was a bit…..hmmm, how shall we say, oddly surprised?

I know my expectations might be slightly off- The spirits of Buena Vista Social Club Streets playing throughout the streets, while couples dance Salsa with reckless abandon. Instead, it was more like streets ripped up. Riddled with trash. Clearly uncared for, for decades. This country has endured a lifetime of entrapment, not only NOT moving forward….not staying as is either, as nature still manages to take its course in dilapidating and breaking down not only the land but also the buildings. This stunning beautiful architecture crumbling and dilapidated. People residing in buildings that have no windows, floors of rubble. Perhaps even a tree growing out from where the foundation used to be.

Inspired and stunning architecture still remains within the soul of this city. Even if most of the buildings appear to be dilapidated, blown out- as if a war had taken its toll. Though in reality, most of these buildings being owned by the government and unfortunately not upkept by its residents has turned this great potential into a sad reality.

As you walk the streets you can feel the pain this city has endured. From the many years of revolution and take over from other countries. This is not a city to be taken lightly. For it’s people have incredible heart and determination. Not to mention loyalty. To my surprise, everywhere I turned was either the image of Che or a memorial of sorts for their recently lost Fidel. I’ve never been to a communist country before this excursion and I was apparently a bit surprised to discover, learn, experience and bear witness to the life within. And yet with all of this said, this place is still incredibly hopeful. Mangrove trees line the streets. A colorful life exists around them. And the people, who offer beautiful smiles, despite the struggle are filled with the spirit and soul to believe that one day Cuba can truly be CUBA LIBRE!

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What’s in a city?

October 23, 2016 Francine

After spending close to three weeks in New York to open the World Trade Center, I realized what the energy of a city can do. Either a city can empower and invigorate (More often than not) while others will chew you up and spit you out. Time out magazine wrote on the topic of: Does being a New Yorker make you an Asshole? I found this to be very interesting especially as I travel the world hoping to make every place a piece of my heart…my inner fiber. I’ve always had a strong love for New York. Growing up in Pennsylvania allowed us to be far enough away to make it exciting every time we visited, though close enough that it allowed the city to feel like I was still a part of it.

During college I had the chance to study abroad in the UK, which was a phenomenal experience to which I feel I owe a great deal of my life’s most prized possessions to- that of exploring the globe. This allowed me to embrace the fear of going to live out of your “norm” away from those you hold close to you both in your physical space and are your Life. Leaving it behind for 6 months to survive on fish and chips, Shepherd’s pie and a slew of Guiness. I get it that this might not be the most inspiring start to living overseas, it was real. Especially for that of a college student…And from Pennsylvania. It doesn’t get much more simple than that. Though it opened up my eyes to see a beautiful world, full of many option, cultures and cities that needed to be explored. By me.

After this experience and following graduation I decided my roots in PA had been nurtured and nourished enough for me to find my way to a new place to call home. I considered NY since, as I mentioned, my love for this city is endless. However, I figured if I already moved to the other side of the pond, why not venture to the other side of the country. And that’s exactly what I did. I had NO idea where I should go. I knew enough from my vacations growing up, that California was a place that I certainly loved and considered even making it home. Just had no idea where to go. Friends from college considered joining me to strike gold in finding a new journey on the west coast, though no one ended up making it with me. For this, like many, was a journey I was to make on my own. (Though let me be real, most of the times I’ve fought this aspect of journeying by myself and yet I know traveling solo was the reason for my trip to begin with!)

I landed in glorious Newport Beach which was a bit of a culture shock, simply due to all the luxe lifestyle and living this little beach town had to offer. I called Newport Beach my home for 7 fantastic years to then branch out further, down south to San Diego. San Diego was the perfect place for me to find my way in the world. I worked for 6 years as Marketing director of Fashion Valley. At the time, the 3rd most profitable shopping center in the US. And this was even in the down economy of 2007. Luckily, it taught me a ton about business, pr and the true value of relationships. Eight years later I was onto yet another…even bigger city to explore. I took a brief sabbatical to Paris in the summer of 2015 which would end up being an absolute game changer!! From here, my world opened like never before. After heading to Europe to live, knowing no one, I knew I could go anywhere.

After returning from Paris, as much as I loved San Diego, I knew the wind was blowing me onto something new. Something bigger. Though I honestly didn’t realize it would be LA. And this was simply due to the fact that I came here to be a part of something I was extremely passionate about. And now… It’s been 6 months that I’ve called Los Angeles my home. The place I vowed to NEVER move to. The same place that every day instantly stimulates and a place that can be incredibly overwhelming at the same time. It’s the second largest city in the U.S. so what else would you expect, I ask myself? It’s everything I thought it would be and nothing like I thought it would be at the same time. From helicopters to absurd traffic- this place is a zoo. And I’ve realized that it’s taken a bit of a toll on my sensitive soul. With all the energy I’ve got running through me to now be countered by the intense amount of energy that exists in this concrete jungle, it can weigh on me at times. So, now it’s about finding the peace within, in this new city I call home.

In Newport, I was at the beach and in San Diego, I was by the bay. Both of which offer a welcoming sense of tranquility- even if life is far from it. And although it can be a bit rare for me to sit at the beach or lie by the bay, something about those locations, that were still closely connected to city offerings allowed me to still enjoy some peace and harmony. And now, here I sit at CBTL on Sunset blvd and am very much aware of the fact that I sit on a patio- outside- though instead of feeling ocean breeze, I’m breathing in car fumes and listen as those from “the industry” talk about their next big opportunity. And with all of this, I’m living each moment to truly experience this new city of mine. For most of my adult life I’ve dreamed that I could be bi-coastal, to also experience living in New York, and I have to say I’m quite thankful having had the chance to spend weeks at a time in that glorious city and yet still call California home. Because at the end of the day, Home is where you make it. (Or at the very least, where you pack and unpack your bags!) So, here’s to you, Lalaland…I’m all yours. Whether you’re home for a year or a lifetime, I hope you’ll offer me a sense of comfort, home and peace in this crazy big city of yours and I vow to bring a little bit of sunshine and gratitude your way.

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Inspired trip translates into an Inspired life

Gallery September 11, 2016 Francine

Growing up on the east coast has always given me a great sense of pride in being a part of what the east coast means to me. I think of the east coast as fast paced, hard working, authenticity. And this is coming from a gal who was born and raised on the east coast and yet has spent the majority of my adult life on the west coast. Though the pride I have in being a true east coaster is one that I will cherish my whole life.

For over the last 10 years, I’ve worked in the retail world, or rather REIT’s, who develop own and manage most of the biggest shopping centers in the United States. After representing Fashion Valley for over half a decade, I was ready for a new challenge to further utilize and explore my talents. I had put it out in the universe that I was ready for something new. At that same time, I took a journey with my cousin to Peru. This country has some of the most magical and spiritual places this world has to offer. During this exploration, we ventured to Aguas Caliente to visit Machu Picchu one of the 7 wonders of the world- that, by the way, is absolutely not to be missed! (If you’ve ever even thought about doing so-GO!!!!! You will not regret it and your life will forever be touched by this incredible place. ) I digress…

We started our journey in Lima where we were fortunate enough to spend time with our friend Hugo and his family who quickly familiarized us with the country, the culture and the must do’s on the trip. They told us that while in Machu Picchu to be sure to say a special prayer and think of the things we hoped for, for our lives as the “mama pacha energy” that is known to be at this historic, inspiring site can be life changing. I recall it ever so clearly, sitting on top of this truly magical land and feeling love and energy running through me as I took a moment to ‘go in’, take a moment of reflection and meditation and honor this peaceful place. (Albeit, with a couple alpaca’s and llama’s hanging out beside me, lurking about)

I had just come out of a devastating divorce and was ready for the next chapter to unveil itself that would allow for great growth and inspiration for my career, as I wanted to focus my previous challenges into something more worthy. Well, let’s just say Hugo was right. Less than a month later, I was recruited to work with my biggest competitor in the shopping center business. And despite the feeling of having to don a Scarlet letter in moving onto “the other side” I dove into this new opportunity, feeling somehow that the Incan’s had a hand in this next step. You see, at this time, the World Trade center was a project being developed by my new company, Westfield. And being an east coaster, I wanted to be a part of it. The entire world felt the affects of 9/11. Westfield was personally affected by that tragic day, losing some of their very own from their Westfield family. I was beyond inspired by the opportunity to be part of Westfield’s passion behind this project- a chance for honoring, remembering and persevering despite the pain.

Fast forward to 1 month ago, when I had the honor of being a part of this center’s grand opening. Working with my team, collaborating on these efforts was one of the most rewarding projects I’ve been a part of thus far. Not only was I inspired to see the hours and dedication that was poured into all aspects of this center, I was fueled by the fact that the entire grand opening was a Family Day, created and dedicated to honor those touched by the tragedies that happened there. The grand opening was a beautiful moment that completely touched and overwhelmed my heart. In fact, at times it was hard to hold in all the emotion I felt simply being there, surrounded by thousands of people who were brought together to be honored. Spending time with those so closely affected by 9/11 and feeling all the love in this sacred spot was truly remarkable. I love my east coasters. Though let’s be honest… we move fast, we talk fast, we want typically people to move out of our way. And anyone who’s even visited New York knows that it can be a bit frantic and dare I say, an aggressive city at times. And yet, on this day, there was such a sense of peace. Of respect. Of honor. Of Love, that overwhelmed my heart and made me thankful that a little vacation to a little place called Peru, opened up a new chapter in my life where I had the chance to contribute to a project of compassion, of heart, of meaning. And on this day, the 15th year anniversary of 9/11 I can’t help but think of all those families who I spent moments with- being inspired by their strength, love and togetherness. I will never forget.

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an L.A. story…

June 29, 2016 Francine 1 Comment

After years of fighting and rejecting the thought of moving to L.A., here I sit…on Sunset Blvd, in my new hood of West Hollywood. Who would have thought it? Certainly not me! The person who has detested and fought the very concept for all 17 years that I have been a resident of California. Guess it just goes to show that in life, you simply just don’t know. You have to let the wind take you where you are to be. For me, I became an LA Woman by taking on a new role where I needed to be based in LA. So now that the wind has blown me here…Now what?!

I was fortunately offered two months of housing while I find my way around this hustling, hectic and yet quite incredible new place! I have to say that I’m falling for LA. And this is again coming from the person that was against everything I thought LA was.

However, along with this excitement comes some of the crazzzzzy that LA is known for. In fact, in my search for my new home, I had some very interesting encounters and experiences. First off, I learned that most people secure a place and move within days. No long leeway in securing an apartment. Everything, unlike the traffic, moves at a fast pace. And if you’re interested in making a place yours, you better come cash in hand and ready to commit. I went to check out a 1 Bedroom in West Hollywood, along with 17 others. 17 people up for the same place? And to be honest, this place wasn’t worth the competition that came with it.

Finding a place was a great way, if nothing else, for me to explore neighborhoods and parts of town I hadn’t even known of. It was a chance for me to see that LA actually had much more to offer than I had ever given it credit for. Stunning tree lined streets, charming architecture and adorable pockets hidden all over this city. In fact, I found a 1930’s Spanish Colonial just driving around Robertson. Called immediately and was able to move quickly. The woman was from Pennsylvania, just like me…and we bonded over the fact that we were thankful for our east coast upbringing and how we valued the morals and integrity that came along with coming from there. This was it. This was my place. A hand shake, deposit given, move-in date set. Hooray, it’s official, I have a home in LA!! Two hours later, she calls me back with great despair in her voice. She begins by apologizing profusely saying she had another offer which she simply couldn’t refuse. You see, another girl wanted this place as badly as I did. Her father was a plastic surgeon and offered “Miss PA Integrity” with $300 more/per month in rent, though this grand offer came with something she valued even more. It came with BOTOX. Of course it did. I mean, this is LA after all! Needless to say, I can’t compete with units of face-freezing botox, so my dream of residing in this classic, cozy place went away like the wrinkles on her face.

Onward I go…the search must go on. Driving up and down all the streets from Sunset south and back up again. Found yet another place simply by exploring and driving up and down WeHo. Called and toured immediately by yet another transport from the east coast. Thankfully this time the woman was simply lovely to work with and when I put down a deposit, this time it was truly mine. It’s a charming little community, somewhat of a (cliche and all)…Melrose place feel to it and is located just moments from the Chateau Marmot, which just so happens to be one of my favorite places in LA!

Sometimes it can be tough to navigate where you’re headed in life, though if you weather the winds of change and enjoy the ride…you may just end up where you never thought you would be and be happier than you thought. Trust in life… and the course you’re on… and an adventure awaits! May the constant winds of change guide you along a wonderful journey, through this thing called Life. xo

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an American in Paris

May 28, 2016 Francine

For many years, my traveling has been ever growing and expanding into new countries, new areas across the globe. Though I must say I’ve always had a love for France, even before ever arriving for the first time. And yet, it’s a constant theme that comes up in my life. Then once I decided to “move to Paris” for a while, the signs continued to be more apparent and consistent. Signs of Paris were everywhere. Perhaps I’ve succumb to subliminal messaging that lead me to Paris for my 3 month sojourn, and however it ended up happening, it will by far be one of the best gifts I’ve even given myself. The time and freedom to LIVE. And to live it up in one of my favorite places on earth, Paris.

After booking a one way ticket to Paris, not knowing anyone or even knowing how long I would truly stay, I boarded an American flight to CDG knowing I was about to embark on a life changing adventure. And at the time I simply thought of it as time to enjoy life, no expectations, no goals needing to be fulfilled- other than taking in all that his incredible city had to offer. And that’s exactly what I did!

Upon my return, I’ve had many ask me for an itinerary around the city of Lights. Though in reality, Paris has so much to offer that it’s a bit of a tough question to answer without giving a little bit of all of it.

From the world famous museums and world class cuisine, to the art of simply sitting street side in a cozy cafe watching this bustling city, overwhelming you with it’s beauty and history.

However, there are many musts in Paris. Although I absolutely love wandering around aimlessly to be sure not to miss a thing (Clearly I’ve got some FOMO when it comes to this place) you must ride the metro. It’s so convenient and fairly simple to make your way from neighborhood (arrondissements) to another. And considering this city has so much to offer, you want to be sure to maximize your trip by letting the efficient metro system guide you around Paris’s underground. A few MUSTS on my list:

An afternoon spent leisurely winding your way up and down the historic hills of Montmartre.
Tea at the Grand Mosque….along with a sweet treat. A heavenly way to relax and enjoy your day in the Latin Quarter.
This goes without saying…a jaunt up the Tour Eiffel. I mean…you ARE in Paris after all.
Rent a Velib bike. It’s such a fun and exciting way to see the city. At times a bit sketchy, riding along the traffic of the city….though a great adventure, just the same!
A cocktail at sunset at the stunningly beautiful, Peninsula Hotel- gorgeous views and if there’s a chill in the air, they offer cozy warm throws to ensure your experience is truly top notch.
If time allows for a day excursion out of Paris: Versailles and Giverny. At Versailles you can explore Napoleon’s former home, gardens, and more. You could spend an entire day simply within the grounds at Versaille alone. Touring the palace is another day in itself. Or head off to the incredibly small and charming place of Giverny where Claude Monet called home and painted some of his most noteworthy and visually stimulating masterpieces.
Jazz Night in Paris. Take a step back in time to enjoy one of the best neighborhoods to listen to some jazz at any of the numerous clubs located at Chatelet. Around this area you will find a slew of jazz clubs and plenty of bars to keep you entertained ’til the wee hours of the morning.
The Catacombs….although rather creepy and bizarre and oddly a site I was eager to explore. This estuary is the burial site for over 6 million. It is said that more people are buried underneath Paris that live above it. Going down in the depths of the catacombs is an experience within itself.
Although it sounds so cliche, simply sitting at a cafe for hours is still one of my favorite “things to do” in Paris. You get to see the diversity, the excitement, the style of the city walk by while you sip away on some delicious rose? Not a bad way to enjoy life in general, I’d say.
Museums, Museums, Museums. Paris is home to some of the most sensational art collections around the globe. Save yourself the agony of the insane lines that tend to be a part of the museum experience. Book your ticket in advance on-line. Trust me. Pre-planing makes for maximization of your time…and your sanity.
And since it’s not my style to only give the minimum…one more is necessary. A visit to Parc des Buttes Chaumont is a beautiful treat. A simply gorgeous park that also plays home to Rosa Bonheur, a quaint little bar in the heart of the park. Perfect way to spend an evening in the park, with a delicious bottle of rose. Incredible date spot or a memorable night out with friends. Highly recommend.

Above and beyond a few highlights, simply take a few moments to let yourself get caught up in the music of the underground. Some of the most talented and gifted musicians play throughout the stations to further inspire you along on your adventure. There is so much to savor in Paris- from the flavors, to the sights, to feeling the history as you stroll past the architecture that seems to be untouched after all this time. The reality is that Paris is there to offer you whatever you want…it’s up to you to dive in with reckless abandon and let the city show you all you seek. Enjoy the adventure, mes amies!!

Life, Travel

Winter Nights and Northern Lights

April 4, 2016 Francine

My strong desire to see Iceland was pretty simple- I needed to see the Northern Lights. It’s what drove me there, in all honesty. What I didn’t realize is that seeing the Northern Lights is not something that is guaranteed. Apparently, the Northern Lights come and go in few day cycles so the best bet to ensure a sighting is to be there for at least a week. And to venture far out of the cities. Though most importantly to check the aurora forecast every morning and be willing to change up your agenda, if need be to get to the area where the sky are clear and lights visible. http://www.northernlightsiceland.com/northern-lights-forecast/

My experience in witnessing the Northern Lights was far better than I even imagined. This day, however, was a white knuckle stressful day of travel from Reykjavik to Skaftafell for our Glacier hike was beyond hellacious. We started the morning around before 7 am to ensure ample time to make it for our 1 pm glacier guided tour. The snow/hail/rain that we encountered made for a long and, at times, a rather stressful journey. After being on the road for 6 hours we arrived at Glacier Guides for our tour starting at 1:00 at 1:01. Literally just missed the tour but moments. Thankfully, as fate would have it, we waited for the next tour in hopes that others, like us, may bail out and we can hop in on their time slot. It ended up being even better, as we had the chance to have an phenomenal tour of the glacier and caves and finished our hike at sunset. Spectacular. Truly memorable experience, gazing over ice and glaciers at the closing of the day, in the perfect light of the night sky. Had no idea that this was only the beginning of our magical night.

We booked a last minute reservation for Hotel Lambafell, a log cabin like, mini estate in the middle of nowhere, sitting perfectly at the foothill of a mountain. Upon our arrival we immediately found our way to the jacuzzi in the back yard (though in reality it was more like an entire open field, miles of land, that belonged to only us) Magical in itself. Though the true magic began about 45 minutes later. Enjoying some wine and the company of new friends, the sky began to light up with one green trail that quickly turned into an entire sky of green and purple. From finger-like chandeliers to swirling and dancing across the sky. It was by far one of the most spectacular things I’ve witnessed thus far in my life. I was so inspired, so much in awe, I couldn’t get out of the jacuzzi to get my iPhone to capture it. This was the one time in my life that I wanted to just truly be present and not miss a thing. The night and lights finished around 3 am. Though even then, when falling asleep, we swore the lights were still circling above us as we closed our eyes to sleep for the night. This experience was something that truly touched my soul in that moment. To share the space with good people, great wine and one of the most fantastic “light shows” in the world. Life is beautiful. Get out there and explore, my friends! Oh and if you ever need a travel buddy, I’m always down!