Paris — Compared to other establishments, the admission fees are marginal. Yet the Paris metro has long been considered one of the best & largest theater venues in the world. All spectators should be prepared to take part in the performance.
Paris — March is fraught with many shortcomings. People in the Northern hemisphere hate November, and with a reason. But March I hate best. March I have to deal with. New beginnings, right - but why has life ...
Paris — This morning it took me 25 minutes to get to work. It’s 5 more than every mornings for the past month. No big deal. 5 minutes is nothing significant… Really? Well, see, those 5 minutes actually mea...
Paris — I am in Paris, one of the cities that long ago captured my heart in thought and then, again, in person. I’m happy to say this place fully lives up to the romantic fantasies the world places upon it. E...
Paris isn't the city of love.
A Lafayette Christmas.
Paris Chill
I know I will see Paris again. I hope it's soon.
Cafés I have known... La Bascule, Montmartre.
A seat for two. Where two have sat. Upon the abyss of such imagination. The distance led to conflict and frustration. Leaving the young girl anxiously impatient. The wait was a while. For a while she could wait. Patiently impatient to meet her true love of fate.
Ordered chaos; a local's skill.
Is it summer yet?
Paris is wakening up.
Le baiser de la tour Eiffel
In the dead of winter, I miss the height of summer in a warm and dusty Montmartre.
My first meal abroad, summer 2014
Soirée foot !
Preferences
I want clean rivers of metal to divide us
A place where one can feel like an English speaker in Paris…or almost that.
The wall of love, near Montmartre in Paris
Parisian breakfast, café and baguette
The classic Eiffel tower
Pompidou center and museum, a block away from the airbnb room I stayed at. Spiffy escalator passsage. Amazing view up on the top floor restaurant, with great food.
Montmartre, Paris.I don't know why but now, each time I see this picture, it's connected to the Da Vinci Code movie...
The shadow of St. Sulpice bends over the river, and the street hurts my eyes with its brilliance under the two o’clock sun.