Paris to London without walking on water

Now I’ve a whole spring and summer of welcoming guests to my apartment in the 10th, some of the questions they ask are recurring, so I’ll occasionally use this space to answer them.


It’s difficult for a European to gain a North American perspective – and more difficult still not to crack insensitive jokes about our differences, but please tell me dear American friends – you do know that there is a body of water between England and France?


The old (English) joke used to go: fog in Channel, Continent cut off. But since 1994 the world’s busiest shipping lanes have a tunnel with trains running underneath.


You can get on a train – Eurostar - in Paris and be in the centre of London in less than two and a half hours. Or you can drive to the coast and put your car on a different train – Eurotunnel - for an undersea journey of 35 minutes.


Despite the odd hiccup – the occasional strike or fire in the tunnel (some lorry/truck drivers have had to scramble to safety but no one has been seriously hurt) the Channel Tunnel has been a great success.


I travelled from London to Paris by Eurostar just a couple of hours before the last fire and was able to make the return journey just a few days later also by Eurostar. There was a limited timetable and it took quite a while longer since only one of the tunnels of the two main bores (there are also service/safety tunnels) was in use, but the trains were up and running again remarkably swiftly.


I wouldn’t say my praise is unconditional – the help for those with mobility difficulties can be very slow and patchy for instance – but I’ll save that subject for another day.

Ça chante, ça clap, ça boum

On the edge of Canal St Martin at Point Poulmarch on this sunny Sunday afternoon a big crowd were cheering Equivox - a gay and lesbian choir who had just finished their pavement performance in the Voix sur bèrge festival. I bumped into them returning to Chez Grisette after a relaxing lunch in a friend’s garden. A whole raft of rock and pop choral groups had been entertaining the picnicers and bikers who line the canal on summer weekends, just one of the frequent – and free - “animations” that pop up all over Paris.

I thought I’d missed it all, but there was one choir left on the list. The first group of the afternoon had as its slogan “Ça chante, ça clap, ça boum”, but L'echo raleur seemed to subscribe to that policy with extra glee. They describe themselves as a rock ’n’ chorale but that’s far too staid.

Percussive acapella with synchronised handjive was just the start of it. On French numbers as well as international standards such as Heard It Through the Grapevine, California Dreaming and The Harder They Come, the choir gave it everything they had – lips, larynxes, lungs, hip swivelling, eyelash batting, jazz hands, finger-clicking – the maximum emotion, joy and jokes never stopped.

As well as the sound and movement, there was plenty of colour to look at, too. Different groups in the choir seemed to have chosen different dress themes. The blokes who went for Scottish with a twist were particularly fab. Kilts from midi to mini accessorised with orange feather boas would have made any pipe major squeak. One guy added a sequin jacket, while another hadn’t quite worked out what he should do with the hairy sporran thingy – well these chaps are French after all. So he’d dyed it orange and wore it as a shrug. It’s what the phrase je ne sais quoi was invented for.

Bienvenue a Paris

Welcome to Chez Grisette, where you can begin to live like a Parisian.

In a quiet residential street in the chic 10th arrondissement, the apartment has been designed to be a luxurious home from home, where you can retreat and relax after a busy day or night in the city.

The one-bedroom apartment is on the first floor (Americans say second floor) of a traditional Haussmann-era building in rue Marie et Louise, just one street back from the tree-lined Canal St Martin. You look out on plant-filled balconies and your neighbours will be a typical Parisians, most of whom defy the traditional stereotype by being friendly and smiley.

You'll find a good range of restaurants, cafes and bars in the street and nearby, including the achingly hip Prune Nuit, the cocktail bar sister of Chez Prune, the bobo cafe par excellence. What's bobo? It stands for bourgeois bohemian, the kind of Parisian played by Audrey Tatou in Amelie - fashionable, intellectual and above all cool.