I haven’t written in a month. Not for lack of time. Time is one commodity I have in excess as a dark and rainy winter descends on Paris. Yet while time has not been the issue, I’ve never been more… Read More ›
nomadic retirement
Biking Paris: The Vélib System
As I sliced between duelling Peugeots on the Place de la Nation roundabout, I wondered why it took me so long to build up the courage to bike in Paris. It was nine months before I bought an annual Vélib… Read More ›
A Week of Paris Fashion
As I ran across the Place Vendome on my way to a Dreyfus Affair tour, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in a window: Flannel shirt, untucked. Gray jeans. Black sneakers. Grimace. (Or laugh. Or eye roll. I forget…. Read More ›
Sunday Evening at the Anchor Bar
Fall comes early to Ireland. By mid-August, each day is noticeably shorter than the last. The weather doesn’t so much change as it doubles down. The wind blows slightly stronger. The rain grows more persistent. Kids return to school. After… Read More ›
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 ›
The World In Between 