This Friday, as for many others, feels like my 120th day of quarantine. It has been ages since I have been in a coffee shop, like Café Verlet pictured above, which feels very alien to me. I am grateful for the safety of the space around me, and extremely thankful to the brave people who…
Inspiration
Unexpected Crossings in Saint-Germain-des-Prés
She was swaying against a street post after she had held her cane up for traffic to stop while crossing Rue Bonaparte.
Home, At Last, in the Left Bank of Paris
Moving on Up from Montparnasse Yesterday, I moved from the 14th arrondissement and further up the Left Bank. I took one last look out my sprawling balcony view high over Montparnasse. From the hotel window each evening, I could see sudden flashes of hot pink descending over rooftops stacked far in the distance or the…
A Return to Paris
“To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.” – Santayana, Epigraph to M.F.K. Fisher’s, The Gastronomical Me There are times in life that bring you back to where you started. Years ago, I wanted to write about food rather than…
What’s so wonderful about Big Magic
It’s been ten years since I’ve written creatively. I used to happily write for my college newspaper and in many a travel journal, but in each instance it was easy and relatively stress-free because I knew who my audience was. Students and myself. Fast forward to a decade in law firms and the daily pressures…
Coffee and Journals in Paris
My favorite scene in the Sabrina remake is when Fanny Ardant says in her sumptuous French accent to the young and uncertain Sabrina: “For eight months– no, more than that– a year… I sat in a cafe, I drank coffee… and I wrote nonsense in a journal. And then, somehow… it was not nonsense. I…