It was thrilling, and completely unexpected: to meet someone who so obviously hated Pat and liked me. This never happens. Except here in France. With a certain produce vendor. This was years ago, and we were staying on Ile Saint… Read More ›
Life in Paris
Happiness is …
Charlie Brown and the Peanuts Gang sang a song when I was young: Happiness is finding a pencil. Pizza with sausage. Tying your shoes for the very first time. Lately, I’ve thought a lot about happiness. If you are considering… Read More ›
La Rentrée… Home to Paris
My French teacher was explaining the various verbs that translate as ‘to return.’ She told us that retourner constitutes a return to any place: school, the library, a country. But rentrer is reserved for that special place. She placed her… Read More ›
Mont Saint Michel, France
Shortly before midnight, I crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up to my chin. The sea breeze billowed the curtains. Other than the drone of the wind and an occasional squawk from a gull, silence. Blackness finally erased an… Read More ›
The Most Interesting Man in the World…
Originally posted on The World In Between:
The most interesting man in the world doesn’t star in beer commercials. Rather, he is an unassuming man who sat next to my husband and me at our favorite Paris bistro, Chez Janou.…
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