Stop and Smell the Bordeaux

Sometimes you need a little space. You know, to stop and smell the Sancerre and Bordeaux French roses. A place where you can have your deep, Jack Handy-esque thoughts. Like the ones below.

(AKA: Me craftily trying to get you to some of my favorite posts.)

In Search of a Concrete Bulldog: This Is My Paris

Counting Clouds and Staying Up Late: Musings on Freedom and Being Busy

Why I Love Provence: A Complicated Answer

Home, Fall, and My Paris Surfboard

These Are Days

Happy Birthday, Mom

Don’t Take a Shiv in the Pancreas: Say Hello to People in Foreign Countries

Like Actually

Shocking: The Real Purpose of Your Life

Stefan Sagmeister: The Power of Time Off