Today was a clash of French and American cultures. First… Voila! Le boeuf bourguingnon: It doesn’t look like much more than beef stew, but I assure you that even the carrot was the best carrot of my life. This boeuf bourguingnon was enjoyed at a restaurant named Crémerie-R
I could live off a cup of soup and crust of bread in Paris. The strange irony is that I’ve lost my appetite in Paris. Tragique, n’est pas? Especially since Paris is toted as the best place on earth to score delicious grub. It’s a strange affliction. I walk a lot. I b
Picture this: I’m walking up the street to go to a Meetup meeting for expats in Paris because I figure I should put at least a modicum of effort into meeting people. But on the way, magic intervened. My butcher friend was in a bar. You know, the one I’ve written about more
Today I took the day off. Usually, I’m out the door each day, skipping along with my comfy shoes, a map and guide, ready to take in far too much than one should in a day. I bustle along, picking up vittles here, taking photos there, and collapsing in bed exhausted, wondering how
La Fontaine Medicis All the way to Paris just to get a taste of New York. Parisians avoid drinking water during the day because they prefer to avoid les toilettes. This statue depicts a man coming home parched and his wife is waiting with water. Tulips! More tulips!