Category Archives: Paris
With thousands of other Parisians, we went to the river on Saturday to take a “as seen with our own eyes” survey of the flood. As I write this, we are happily seeing the sun for the first time in a week. More
A day like any other: feed the cat; a boy ready for school; work in the apartment. A trip to the grocery. On the way to the grocery, the french flag in the Place de Clichy caught the light in an uncommon way. It’s 2
Nous sommes Charlie. For those who have subscribed to the contre-meme, “I am not Charlie”, I hate to break it to you but, yes, you are Charlie. Simply because you’re able to say that, tweet that, post it to your Facebook wall. Call
Starting with a blue glow each evening, the hues changing through the night: we were watching Le Grand Palais des Glaces. They called it the largest indoor ice rink in the world. That might or might not be true but when we finally did go, it
Because of a telephone setting which was unchanged upon our return to Paris, our house phone has not been ringing. That wasn’t so horrible. Since we acquired a cat last year, we receive regular phone calls (from somewhere in Switzerland
The thunderstorm skirts Paris. Silently — the sound will not breach the apartment. I wonder where I am. How I came to. Be here. I reflect to the time when she and I were apart. Her spending summers in France.