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
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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
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