40 Days of Paris: Day One
When you live in Paris, you get a little intoxicated on its sheer Paris-ness, and you start to do stupid things, like take for granted everything there is to do here. You sleep… Continue reading
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Pozzetto Caffé, Paris: Yes, Please
I’m in love with Pozzetto’s creamy, authentic, Italian-style gelato. And by “in love” I mean that every day at the end of yoga when I’m supposed to be meditating on my mat, I’m… Continue reading
Bourgogne: You Should Totally Go There
Do you like wine? France? Beautiful countryside and vineyard vistas? Nice people? Wine? (Oh, hang on, I already said that … ) Cheese? Delicious food? Oui? Then you need to get to the… Continue reading
Home, Fall, and My Paris Surfboard
As America prepares to celebrate its long weekend and one day of freedom from laboring, I’m sitting in Paris, contemplating how freaking lucky I am to have been given this opportunity not to… Continue reading
Up All Night in Paris: A Photo Tour
(Full photo slideshow at the bottom.) “We’ll always have Paris.” That famous line from Casablanca (which, shamefully, I’ve never seen) gets thrown around a lot, mostly in jest. After living here for four… Continue reading
My Favorite Places in Paris: Télescope Café
Making Paris feel like home means finding places that I like enough to make them part of my regular routine. I have my go-to neighborhood market, my boulangerie, my poste, my yoga studio,… Continue reading
July 14 in Paris: Check aaaaaand … Check
Last year on July 14, I was sitting in Amelie, my favorite wine bar in San Francisco, tying one on with my other Francophile/oenophile friends, wondering if I’d gather the nuts to do… Continue reading
Midnight Special
In case you were wondering what people eat as a midnight snack in France, now you know: cheese.* If real French people don’t eat this, I can only imagine it’s because the cigarettes… Continue reading
Dear Coffee,
“Your eyes have been opened and now you cannot close them.” – Charles Dickens from Great Expectations It’s Sunday. The day I miss you most. I love my new life, but it’s on… Continue reading