The Great Macaron-Off

My life is pretty good right now. I may not be living as well as, oh I don’t know, say Derek Zoolander in his heyday, but I felt pretty lucky on Friday to… Continue reading

Ispahan Croissant: Ri-Freakin-Diculous

The thing is, I don’t even like raspberries. Sprinkled on some yogurt? Maybe, but not if there’s a blueberry or strawberry around. With chocolate? Please, get your freakin’ fruit off my chocolate. So… Continue reading

Robert Doisneau Exhibit

Truth: back in college, I was the girl who shelled out $9.99 at Pier 1 to deck out her side of the dorm room out with this famous Robert Doisneau photograph, Kiss by… Continue reading

The Having of Le Sex

Somewhere along the way, I dismissed the notion (which I learned from Pepé Le Pew) that French people are more amorous than others because, hey, we all like a good kiss and a… Continue reading

Me: 2, France: 1.5

As anyone who’s ever tried to get anything done in France knows, you can’t really count on anything getting done until your third time through. I know that. I knew that yesterday. And… Continue reading

Me:1, France: 0

Today was a big day: I opened a French bank account. Oh, I know it doesn’t sound like much to you – you with your iPhone, and your monthly MUNI/Metro card, and your… Continue reading

Boulevard Saint Germain

 

Dinner: I Heart Paris

 

Half Bottles: Thank You, France

The Hunger Games, Paris Style

Here’s a little fact about France: on a regular Sunday, a lot of things are closed. Here’s another fact: a lot more things are closed on Easter Sunday. Combine those factoids with me… Continue reading