Paris diaries. Note 1

Helen Vechurko
2 min readNov 3, 2022

Dear diary,

So I’ve finally landed in Paris, the city of restaurants. Life never stops at the terraces filled with these signature minuscule round tables that can barely fit one’s lunch. A random glance at the terrace of the Comptoir gives a postcard picture of a Parisian terrace.

Every place looks like it hosts tons of stories. Wondering whom Victor Hugo dined with, and which drinks Hemingway would advise me to try at Cafe de la Paix.

Red lights of Le Relais Paris Opéra seduce to make a stop. And I’m sure its wall witnessed some modern…