Everyone who has been to Paris tells you to go to Versailles. They don’t tell you why. “Just go,” they say. So I went. And let me tell you what they won’t tell you: IT’S BIG AND KINDA BORING. The place is huge so you need to wear good shoes. I was even we
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!
Greetings, from my happy place. Spring has definitely sprung in Paris. Now that I’ve been in Paris for a few weeks, I’m beginning to see it differently. For instance, I don’t spend half my time with my head in my map. Rather I spend it gazing at the blooming flowers
Since I’m in Paris, I figured I’d search out the sites of one of my favorite movies. I love Amélie for many reasons, but mostly because we eat raspberries the same way. To start my search for Amélie film sites, I zipped up to the Métro Lamarck-Caulaincourt, “the beau