Musée d’Orsay and Ernest Hemingway: Go There, Read Him, Fall in Love with Paris Again

Today is Tuesday, September 4, which means you have t-minus 5 days to get to the d’Orsay to see Misia: reine (queen) de Paris. If you’re in Paris, please go; you won’t be… 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

Happy Birthday, Mom

Dear readers, today, August 22, would’ve been my mom’s 77th birthday. A bit of a departure from the norm, but today’s post is my birthday letter to her. I hope none of you… 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

Paris in Motion

One of my friends shared this timelapse video with me on Facebook and I had to share here too because it’s super cool. Plus I love his music choice; I think a little… Continue reading

Team USA: Missing the Mother Country

I love the Olympics: the tradition, the fanfare, the camaraderie, the patriotism, the competition, and the spectacle of it all. I also love that for a couple of weeks, a good chunk of… Continue reading

For Just One Post, I’m Gonna Be “That” Girl: 5 Things Yoga Taught Me

Today is my two-year yogaversary. I say that in all seriousness, without a hint of irony, patchouli, or lower-back tattoo-age to be found. On a whim one Sunday morning in July of 2010,… Continue reading

The Ultimate Treasure Hunt: Scouring the Louvre

The next THATLou hunt is Sunday, August 5. Go sign up now! It’s fun, and Daisy (the creative mind and organizer of it all) is fabulous. You’ll have a great day! And if… 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

Adventures in Expatting: Terror at the Franprix

Take a good look at this picture, my friends, because this is the face of torture. For the uninitiated, it’s just a stack of plastic bags at the end of the register at… Continue reading