Yesterday, I returned to the streets of Belleville to take photos of the murals, street art and graffiti I had seen when I toured the area with Virginie of Street Art Paris. I got a couple of shots in before I noticed a man lying on the street, completely still. As people walked past him, I almost thought to do the same. Instead, I walked … Continue reading Streets of Paris: Rest in Peace
Man oh man. I fucked up today. You know who you are. I am sorry. There are no excuses. I will try to be more mindful next time. Wherever life takes you, may it bring you what you seek. These are for you. Love to the Left Bank (not the other place I thought we were). ¡¡:¡¡ Continue reading Cache-cache Paris: Women of the Left Bank
Dear Paris, I am down.for.the.count! First, you greet me with Je t’aime in the morning, then you give me Alice in the evening! And so many goodies in between! It could kill me getting to know you. I can see the headlines now, “American dies in Paris distracted by street art”. The first sentence would read, “American woman, who accidentally walked back into traffic, dies … Continue reading Cache-cache Paris: TKO on a 1-2 punch
Dear Paris, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the last time we saw one another. I can’t believe that we’re in each other’s arms again. It feels like old times. Playing hide and seek made my day. It was like 2005 all over again. I even found the White Rabbit. Thank you. I was really hoping to find him again. You always help me … Continue reading Cache-cache Paris: J’EXISTE.
The first time I saw J’EXISTE. in Paris was at Place de la République, at the November Paris attacks memorial. Since then, Paris has cleaned up Place de la République, moving mementos from the memorial to Musée Carnavalet, a museum dedicated to the history of Paris. I decided to spend my first afternoon in Paris getting to Parc de Belleville to watch the sunset, and on … Continue reading Paris: To be or not to be
In New York to visit my friend, E, to celebrate his birthday. I’ve known E since 2004 when he moved to California to become a winemaker. The stars weren’t aligned for this to happen, so he returned to NY, and now I head east to see him whenever I can. On this trip, I rendezvoused with M&M. MC, who is always in the know of … Continue reading I am my father’s daughter
One of the things I wanted to do with the lovely J while we were in Paris was to have tea at Mariage Frères. With only an hour plus ou moins before our next adventure, the bal de pompiers, we decided on the salon located in Saint-Germain, because of its proximity to our hotel. Admittedly, we underestimated the amount of time we needed, because having tea at Mariage Frères is a “ceremony”. … Continue reading Mariage Frères – Une ceremonie de thé