An Open Letter

Dear Friends, I’ve told my parents, so now I can tell all of you that I’m pregnant. Come on, let’s get real. I’ve told them, and now I’m telling you that I’m leaving Paris at the end of the month, because I’ve accepted a job in Tokyo. A lot less dramatic, right? France, my other heart,…

Letter from Marseille: Marseille, the Marvelous

Dear Friends, The number 50 bus leaves from Aix-en-Provence to Marseille every ten minutes, and arrives at St. Charles terminal twenty-five minutes after one has boarded. For only five euros, one can ride in comfort from Aix-en-Provence to the second largest city in France (Paris is the largest).  *Create your own caption, but this man could’ve driven me…

Letter from Aix-en-Provence: Bonjour!

Thursday, August 25 Dear Friends, The TGV train from Paris to Marseille scheduled to leave Gare du Lyon train station at 9:15am, left on the dot and it was exciting to be aboard in second class, seat 78.  * On the train, four strangers sit facing each other. Thankfully, I wasn’t sitting across from another…

Letter from Paris: Paris Plages (Paris Beaches)

Dear Friends, Along the Seine River from July 21- August 21, Parisians and tourists alike were able to revel in the sun at Paris Plages. For those who couldn’t traipse to the south of France, the beach came to the city. Sand pits were set up for games of volleyball and bocce ball; gelato stands dotted…

Letter from Paris: Life Goulash

Dear Friends, This post, similar to goulash, is going to have many different things thrown in, so if you need a minute to get a cup of coffee or tea or rum punch, please go ahead. 1) I live at 117 rue de belleville, in the 19th arrondisement (arrondisements are neighborhoods). On my block, there…

Letter from Paris: Smorgasbord of Life

Dear Friends, It’s been exactly two weeks since I landed on the European continent. Fourteen days, I’ve come to learn, is like fourteen minutes when in the company of great people, tremendous feasts, and nothing but time to discover the meaning of pleasure. What’s your pleasure, and when’s the last time you experienced it? (*Dear Nutella, you’re my…

Letter from Paris: Eat, Drink and Be…

Dear Friends, *WARNING: If you’re on a diet, or wear skinny jeans, or care anything at all about your waistlines, don’t come to Paris! Better yet, please come, but join a gym the very second you go home…. Wherever home is, I can tell you one thing, the food isn’t this good (and that’s from a…

Letter from Paris: Pas de problème! (No Problem)

Dear Friends, To paraphrase my mother’s counsel, it’s best not to worry; just believe that the best is yet to happen, and things will work out. Of course, I was a bit worried when day four rolled in and I was still at the Hotel Gare du Nord-Suede (as comfortable as the  beds may be); however, last night I…

Letter from Paris: First Impressions

Dear Friends, It never really hit me that I was leaving for Paris (despite all the posts and conversations), until I was sitting in the departure lounge at JFK surrounded by only French-speaking people. “What am I doing?” briefly flitted across my mind; but then, I reminded myself of the large boulevards, the shoes and…