It’s been eight Thanksgivings since I purged my turkey roaster, sold my double oven and threw in the house as part of the deal. Thanksgiving stopped being my headache. As a matter of fact, it stopped being anything at all…. Read More ›
Life in Paris
Anything and everything about Paris
Lies, more lies, and Paris
Friends have emailed me recently asking when we’re returning to the United States. I looked back at this blog and realized that I’ve been remiss. Let me catch you up, we’re not. At least not to live. Not yet. After… Read More ›
Summertime in Paris
It’s quiet here. Not so much in the tourist areas, which are as inundated as ever. But in the 11th where I live, signs hang on most doorways announcing extended closures. Here, we are in the midst of an age-old migration:… Read More ›
Paris, Ella Fitzgerald and me
I should tell you that I’m writing this blog post because it’s been a while; I’ve missed you; I wanted to catch up. But those would be lies. I’m writing this blog post because I’ve run out of things to… Read More ›
A Pilgrimage to Paris . . .
It’s been a dreary winter in Paris, a fitting backdrop as I’ve trudged through the Middle Ages. I thought I’d be finished in one rainy afternoon. After all, didn’t we learn in school that it was also called the Dark… Read More ›
