This is a “Paris Through the Eyes of” post, but with a Mary Poppins-inspired title. I’ve been spending a lot of time with short people. Marinka from Motherhood in NYC needs no introduction for most of the people who read my blog, and I’m sure you can all relate to how excited I was to have her guest post. I… Read More
Paris Through the Eyes of …
I am finally getting to launch an idea I’ve had since I’ve started this new blog, which is to include you, the readers, in a series of guest posts. Everyone remembers their first trip to Paris, don’t they? You can suffer the most austere snubs of your life, but you can’t deny the history, the beauty or the fabulous pastries…. Read More
Missing Paris?
Missing Paris are you? Missing things like … The Arc de Triomphe? The view down the Avenue des Champs Elysées. The bustling avenues. The heaters on the patios. The elegant shops decorated for Christmas. And more elegant shops. The crystal staircases. The intimate brasseries that serve steak and matchstick fries. The cool french women. (This is my sister-in-law modeling one… Read More
Normandy (Managing Expectations)
I thought it was time to wrap up my Normandy posts after watching this video (link below). It doesn’t matter whether you speak French or English or neither – I think you’ll catch the drift. Têtes à Claques I’m sorry to be so incommodius as to make you click over, but I cannot share it without violating copyrights. (Plus I… Read More
Normandy Part III: Etretat
Etretat is this really famous place that I had never heard of. It’s famous because of this and views like this (the cliff, not the bird) the crashing surf. Um, I don’t think the Normandy invasion could have taken place here with this hostile beach front. Sir thinks the invasion took place about an hour in the other direction from… Read More
Images Abroad
I woke up early, around six, but the whole street was already astir. There were old women squatting down to peel bamboo or to wash clothes outside. Neighbors were already calling to each other from their doorstep. There was no privacy; one’s porch was adjacent to another and we lived on top of each other. I left the already packed… Read More