There’s just something about Paris and how the cobblestone avenues and sweeping rooftops overlook the grey-blue waters of the glistening Seine. How in the vanilla twilight hours of the evening, the Eiffel Tower casts a glow over the city; or how patisserie store fronts with decadent pastries call to pedestrians like a siren. … [Read More]
Clichés be damned, this is the Paris of my dreams. French mingles with English while the light clinks of champagne glasses and tea fill the parlor room of Ladurée in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. I am sitting at a window table facing the Rue Jacob in the 6th arrondissement. An impossibly intricate pastry rests on the plate… [Read More]
It’s late afternoon by the time my Eurostar train from London pulls into Paris’ Gare du Nord station. No matter how many times I visit Paris, I always react as though it’s the first time. The romantic architecture, the cobblestone streets, the melodic lilt of the French language always just gets me. No matter what the… [Read More]
From the Shakespeare and Company Bookshop on the Left Bank of the Seine to Les Deux Magots in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, here is a guide to experiencing Paris like a writer and paying homage to the literary greats–such as Fitzgerald and Hemingway–that once called La Ville Lumière home.
The Latin Quarter is bustling with nightlife as Parisians pour out of sidewalk cafes and wine bars nestled alongside winding cobblestone streets. In the distance the Seine is starting to shimmer under the moonlight and ornate bridges; its beauty eclipsed only by the illuminated gothic cathedral of Notre Dame rising above neighboring Île de la… [Read More]
Bursting with vineyards, fruit orchards and a wealth of history is ‘the Garden of France,’ also known as the bountiful and beautiful Loire Valley. Often eclipsed by its glittering neighbor, Paris, the Loire Valley is home to sprawling castles, Medieval-style towns and unparalleled cuisine.
I remember when Monday mornings didn’t hold the same stigma they have now. Before 9am-5pm work hours, oppressive cubicles and blaring screen monitors, I remember waking up on Monday to sunlight flooding my apartment, the sounds of car horns and French mingling outside my window and the promise of an unpredictable day ahead. This was… [Read More]
Imagine driving through the French countryside surrounded by rolling hills and pastoral beauty. The landscape is lush with budding flowers, charming farm houses and grazing Normandy cows roaming lazily through the grass. The French countryside seems as though it could go on forever, extending endlessly in fields of wild flowers. Suddenly the scenery… [Read More]
I don’t know if I will ever find the words to describe what it felt like to visit the Normandy beaches and walk along the shores of the D-Day landings. I once read somewhere that a single death is a tragedy while a hundred deaths is a number, concept too immense to wrap our minds around. When… [Read More]