You know how they say "travel is broadening?" Well, when it comes to the size of my ass, I'd definitely have to agree. Seriously, I've taken to referring to my hips as "croissant" and "pain au chocolat." Whatever. I don't regret eating a single slab of pâté or hunk of Camembert. It was vacation. Now that I'm … Continue reading Living (too) large
Category: Europe
My Paris reading list
As I considered what reading material to bring along prior to my recent trip, I reflected on books I had read in the past which related to Paris. The first title that came to mind was Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast, which has been a favorite for more than twenty years. The romanticism of that era … Continue reading My Paris reading list
Getting around – Paris
When I'm in a new city, I like to walk as much as possible. In my mind, it makes it easier for me get my bearings and it helps me to see as much as possible of a new place. That being said, our Paris accommodations weren't as central as they might have been and … Continue reading Getting around – Paris
Bijoux
🎶 I love Paris, that's the song (Ella Fitzgerald version) that has been playing incessantly in my head for nearly the last week. Such a cliché, right? Limiting my love to merely Paris, though, would be unfair to the rest of the country. There's so much to love! In previous visits, I've been smitten by … Continue reading Bijoux
Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
When I was 15, I went through my hardcore Doors' days. Didn't you? Although not their most commercial album, An American Prayer became my definition of poetry. I eagerly awaited my turn to read the dog-eared copy of No One Here Gets Out Alive, a Morrison biography, which was circulating through my town and I … Continue reading Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
Love in Ernest
As an undergraduate, I fell in love with Ernest Hemingway. My major in English trumped my minor in Women's Studies when it came to his mysogynistic ways. After reading a number of biographical works about him I forgave him. He was damaged goods. His writing impressed me and I have repeatedly heard his voice in … Continue reading Love in Ernest
Avoir de la chance
Friday evening I was tempted to leap in the air and shout with excitement "I'm in Paris!" (Kind of Mary Tyler Moore-ish, if you're struggling for the visual.) It was just so remarkable to me that a day that began at 5:00 a.m. Thursday in upstate New York could conclude more than 30 hours later … Continue reading Avoir de la chance
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