The day I discovered Maison George Larnicol was kind of like the food equivalent to the dramatic Lloyd Dobler-In Your Eyes-boombox moment in Say Anything. I was walking along the rue de Rivoli,… Continue reading
It’s been two months and ten days since I returned from Paris (but who’s counting?), and in case you haven’t noticed, other than a few snarky comments about the lackluster quality of American… Continue reading
Believe me, no one’s more surprised than me. (See: January to April, 2005 and multiple statements that were in the vein of “As god is my fucking witness, I will NEVER live in… Continue reading
… and Dear France, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the amazing year, the incredible new friends, the too-brief dip into your beautiful culture, and for the time of my… Continue reading
Why 40 Days of Paris? Find out. Back in August, my friend Jenna and I did an epic Paris all-nighter (tons of pics here), where we ambled around the city between 10 pm… Continue reading
Why 40 Days of Paris? Find out. PS: there’s also a gallery of pics at the end of this post. Just in case you’re ready for pictoral stimulation now. Fact: I’m an easy… Continue reading
Why 40 Days of Paris? Find out. PS: there’s also a gallery of pics at the end of this post. Just in case you’re ready for pictoral stimulation now. Day 2 started out… Continue reading
I’m leaving Paris. That’s an awful sentence to write, let alone an awful reality to face. If you’ve read my blog at all, you might recall (by the roughly 6,782 mentions) how much… Continue reading
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
