I don’t normally use this blog to weigh in on world news or politics. Those things are big and my soapbox here is very, very small. But what happened in Paris last night sent me into a raw, shaking crying spell. I felt a vulnerability I hadn’t felt since living in Washington, D.C. during the…
Category: Paris 2011
Brie and Bordeaux Withdrawal
When I was in Key West, I ate constantly, walked constantly, swam every morning, and returned feeling in better shape. When I was in Paris, I ate butter on brie, chocolate on croissants, easily walked five miles a day and came home feeling in better shape. Now I’m home, working, sitting…a lot…eating less and feeling…
Light and Modernism in the City of Lights
I booked our trip to Paris only three weeks before we went. I hesitated over the expense, and then, at the risk of sounding maudlin, after the Tucson shootings, I was relieved we were going. I wanted light, beauty and inspiration. Paris espouses all of those qualities. When the Eiffel Tower lights began to sparkle…
Non Ennui dans Paree
We’re here for a long weekend in Paris because of an old Englishman who likes to doodle on his iPhone. And I happen to have learned of this doodler thanks to NPR, which, with a cup of sugarless coffee on the I-87 enjoyed from behind the wheel of an old Honda, is how I spend…