“And some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells of Notre Dame.” – Clopin
I can’t believe I’m now more than halfway through my internship! The weeks have gone past in a flash, differentiated by how much progress I have made in my WordPress education. As I’ve gained more and more confidence in finding articles that are “on mission” for CapX, I have been given more and more responsibility with finding articles to aggregate. Whenever I’m unsure of an article, I just have to check with one of the editors before going any further. I have Taxation is a category that could do with more love and attention, and that Donald Trump takes up more than his fair share of column inches even on this side of the Atlantic. CapX America has an exciting new initiative that will be launching soon as the presidential races barrels towards the fun part. More details to come soon!
Writing articles still terrifies me but I find myself thinking of potential ideas as I go about my daily business after work or during the weekend. Inspiration can strike at anytime, I’ve discovered. Editor-in-chief Iain Martin has bursts of genius that simultaneously excite everyone and also stress the team out as we scramble to get them online and looking pretty. CapX coverage is comprehensive – I have a piece for the weekend section on gorgeous Perth and WA, so any suggestions are more than welcome!
This weekend I visited Paris with Cathal and Sharni. I think there’s only one way to describe the City of Lights that lives in the world’s mind embodying its cliches perfectly: dreamy. Cobbled streets and charming architecture: tick. Welcoming wafts of freshly-baked baguettes and pastries: tick. Well-heeled parisiens so distinguishable from the rest of the masses: tick tick tick tick tick. The ultimate compliment must be to be mistaken for a local, an honour bestowed upon Cathal. I was too busy trying to get into the nearest boulangerie.
We visited the catacombs on Sunday, the cool, dimly lit subterranean passages stacked with bones and skulls from the city’s cemeteries. The old limestone quarries became the world’s largest underground necropolis when the city’s charnal houses became too full to house new inhabitants in the 19th century. Diseases were also rampant. Valar morghulis.
And valar dohaeris. I look forward to this new week!