🎶 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
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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
April in Paris
Doesn't April in Paris sound magical? I'm imagining a gentle rain, lots of shades of lavender and soft yellow and frequent bon jours. Happy sigh. As my trip gets closer, I'm spending a little time thinking about what to pack (going with a navy/grey palette) and wondering how much of my high school French will … Continue reading April in Paris
Making a spectacle of myself
I've been wearing glasses since 5th grade. I probably should have gotten them even sooner, but my mother assessed my eyes and determined they were fine. Fortunately, an ophthalmologist differed with her opinion and set me up with some glasses so I could read the chalkboard without needing to sit in the first row of … Continue reading Making a spectacle of myself
Reflections of Disney
Well, we survived our theme park adventures relatively unscathed. Quinn has a bit of a cold he picked up as a souvenir, along with the small tower of maps, used tickets and a Disney-esque handbook and completed passport. He wore his new Mickey Mouse shirt yesterday and absolutely rocked it. Good boy, good trip, good … Continue reading Reflections of Disney
