Walking down this street in Paris, the sky called out to be photographed. I realized later that the essence of the City of Lights had imprinted.
You know those dishes your grandmother made waaaaaay back when you were a child and no one has ever been able to reproduce, no matter how hard and how often they tried? That’s the taste in this gratin at the Bistro Des Augustins in Paris; it’s grandmotherly good, an instant and permanent deep-seated taste memory.
I had some spare time over an April weekend in Paris and visited the Jacquemart-Andre Museum. Sheer loveliness. I haven’t had time to collect my thoughts and photos yet, but here’s a look at the floral arrangement in the drawing room. Happy Wednesday! Stay tuned […]
Paris is a beloved city of the world, and cannot ever be ruined by individuals or groups doing evil deeds. My tiny contribution to the healing process and return to normalcy is to reinforce the positives.
A young American writes an award-winning essay after being thanked by a Frenchman from Normandy for D-Day. The essay is relevant today.