I don’t know who my neighbors are. But I do know they are very happy. I hear her laughs through the wall next to my living room chair. She has a familiar cadence that begins with a staccato-like punctuation and and ends on a soprano high note. She must live with him. I’m not sure why I say “she” must live with “him,” but somehow I assume it was his apartment to...
snow in paris
It’s snowing in Paris! It’s a Christmas miracle. Now only if they had delivery in this town…merde.
Encore du vin, s'il vous plaît
I’ve developed a crush on the guy who works at my local wine store. This was at first quite enjoyable as he began talking to me about wines and making recommendations, and as a result I’ve learned a bit more wine and enjoyed some really nice ones. The downside of entertaining this crush is that you inevitably look like an alcoholic. I do not know Mr. Wine Shop’s name. I have no...
NYT: Secret’s Out: Sample Sales Move Online →
A picture of my beautiful sister in the New York Times! I am very proud of her.
I’ve been faithful to my local bakery on île St. Louis since day one in Paris, some three months ago. I’m in there without fail at least three times a week, my order always the same: “Une baguette, s’il vous plaît.” After my first week and five baguettes later (shame), I realized that the little shop is entirely a one-man show. Monsieur B, as I call him in my head...
The First 100 Days
Last night, I woke up to get a glass of water. I do this most every night, and each time, I stop to look out the window on my way back to bed. It feels obligatory, the stopping to look at the view of the Seine and Ile St. Louis and Hôtel de Ville—I want to never take this for granted, no matter how sleepy I am. Even at 2 a.m., there are often couples sitting on benches by the Seine. I can’t...