Riding Solo


As my trip is coming to an end, anxiety has begun to swallow me whole. In my 21 years of experience, life has never been so good. Ever. There’s just something about Paris that’s a little too perfect. For me, anyways. I decided to do some exploring yesterday. Here’s a play by play…



Stop 1: a 32 minute, beautiful walk from the crib to Tuck Shop, the new Aussie restaurant joint that’s only 5 months young.


I had a nice 10 euro formula consisting of a delicious quinoa/avo/red onion/coriander/lots of lime salad, a toastie= heavenly piece of toast with avo, tomato, mozzarella, basil and some kind of crack pesto (best I’ve had) and an iced coffee.


There is a nice stack of entertaining books to flip through (hello nobu vegetarian cookbook, I will one day make your miso dressing). Lots of people picked up to go.. Maybe because the weather was absolute perfection. Finally.

Go. Great veggie restaurant. For 10 euros, you get a soup or salad, a sandwich and a tea or coffee. Or you can select individual options from 3,50 euros (salads are 6, sandwiches around 5)


I then took a nice stroll along the canal, passing by beautiful parks and relaxed humans enjoying the weather. My salvation, Google Maps, led me to destination #2–the Centquatre museum (kind of in the hood) to check out one of two Keith Haring exhibitions happening at the moment.


Hello sunny day and lounge chairs and thanks for hooking me up with some Vitamin D that has been lacking in my life for umm..4 months. Better late than never I guess.


Obviously photos do no justice. The exhibition was absolutely mind blowing. The two pieces above are part of his “10 commandments,” they are massive. I’m guessing they relate to no porno and no talking shit? Love it.


Too good. A little bit apocalypse, a little bit safe sex.


Life-size marriage of heaven and hell.

Off to destination #3: Cafe de Flore.


Nothing better than losing yourself in a good playlist, book, notebook and glass of wine…


I made a little pitstop at La Duree. Chocolate and coconut macaron. It was good but I’ll take Pierre Herme or Maison du Chocolat over it I think…

Final destination: bite sized amazingness @ Frenchie- bar a vins.

ImageDon’t go hungry. Don’t expect to leave full. Frenchie bar a vins is directly across from Frenchie, the sister restaurant which requires a reservation 3 weeks in advance.
We started with a bomb, heavenly, drenched in butter Reuben sandwich that words cannot describe. I than proceeded with my green pea, ricotta and mint tortellini, and Carly with her rabbit pappardelle. I couldn’t get the furry white creature out of my head but convinced myself to try it anyway. Delish. But I’m still thinking of the little white thing…
Jam packed. Good looking fellows. Don’t go in a rush or you’ll end up angry (we waited about 40 min for our mini Reuben, and about an hour and a half to be seated.) Fab foods and vibes. You can get a glass of wine from 6 euros, and “tapas” run from about 10-16. 

Tuck Shop, 13 Rue Lucien Sampaix, 75010

Le 104, 5 Rue Curial, 75019

Cafe de Flore, 172 Boulevard Saint-Germain, 75006

Frenchie bar a vins, 5-6 Rue du Nil, 75002


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