The Elephant Paname is all at once the most unlikeliest and ideal venue for culture. I went there by chance, and though at first I was annoyed at having to part with an entrance fee, I soon warmed up to the place. The walls of the place tell you volumes of its history – and they too become part of the experience – soon enough you realize that you have stumbled into something wondersome and wholesome. As I walked its various floors and rooms I felt transported in time, and inspired by its delicate interplay.

I could not tell you more than but a crumb of its rich history here, I recall mention of Napoléon III living there at some point, suffice to say that you need check it out.

Elephant Paname is a 500 m2 eloquent maze dedicated to rotating art installations, expositions, dance performances, and a glorious restaurant space – whose prices will not bankrupt you. In fact, the entire experience struck me as something only the Paris elite could experience, but after talking to some of the artists and staff, I discovered that it was a place designed and open to all. So, if you are going to take a leap of faith on the Paris cultural trail, then the Elephant Paname is worth the risk.

Naniso Tswai
I have travelled afar and aplenty but never before have I met a city such as Paris. In fact, “that Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me” (Woody Allen: Midnight in Paris). This powerful quote both explains and encapsulates my relationship with Paris. Young, energetic and full of life, almost instantly her cuteness consumes you, coursing through your veins until all you desire is to never leave her embrace. But it is not all catwalk perfections, as despite her elegant demeanour, living here is an altogether different and gritty affair. For the tourist Paris dons her most beautiful frock and flirts an irresistible charm, but were you intent on becoming a permanent fixture, prepare yourself for her invariably coarse moods. She is obstinately and often infuriatingly French. She wears her French mantra, indeed breaths it as if though to do anything else would be an affront to her flag. Even when I ventured into her sprawling contours expecting her personality to become diluted, however I was both relieved and perplexed by the resoluteness of character. She is France at its most unyielding, arrogant and concentrated self, but damn, do I love to love her. I invite you to follow my own discoveries of Paris’s hidden corners and whispered beauties.

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