We’re homeless. In the stroke or two or three of a pen, our home went from us to a nice young family–a new baby, maybe a puppy down the road. I’m sure they told their friends they bought it from an “elderly… Read More ›
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
This week I completed my first semester of french at the L’Institut Francais; one of life’s little lessons in humility wrapped up in the adorable French Embassy on Old Town Square. My favorite part of class was walking to and from the square thru a beautiful… Read More ›
It’s been a long time since dinner with a man evoked butterflies in my stomach. But John G. Morris is the most interesting man in the world. And he lives in Paris, my happy place. Put them together and suddenly two plus two equals so… Read More ›
Friday, we leave for Paris for five nights. When the most interesting man in the world is free for dinner, you go. Since we met in December, I’ve done my homework. I’ve read his autobiography, bought the February 1948 Ladies Home Journal magazine, and contributed money… Read More ›