Letter About CDG Experience

Hi Friends, My departure from Paris ended on as good and hectic a note as it started. There’s something about the process of flying these days that brings about a certain madness/panic/adrenaline rush. It’s the combination of uncertainty, making it through customs, and possibly missing a flight that evokes feelings of controlled hysteria. At the…

Letter to Paris: Toujours, Je t’aime…

Dear Paris, I’d always seen you and loved you from afar. In movies. In postcards. In my mind… envisioning myself at one of your cafes, drinking an espresso (though I’m not a fan of coffee), smoking a cigarette (though I’m not a fan of  tobacco), having witty repartee in fluent French with some guy that I…

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…

Packing for Paris

Photo from Daily Photo in Paris Packing for Paris • Via THE BASICS Magazine Packing for Paris Some people pride themselves on their kindness to strangers, their strong work ethic, their informed political stances, their toned physiques; I pride myself on my minimalism. Let me correct that, I used to pride myself on how few…

Prepping For Paris

Dear Friends, In less than eight hours I’ll begin my final day of work in New Jersey. Three and a half years of working and studying at an end (still can’t believe it). My boss threw a lovely farewell yesterday replete with champagne, an Eiffel Tower red-velvet cake, and many guests. Now, it’s time to…

Herbie

It’s been awhile since Herbie the Lovebug’s been in the public eye. I’d assumed that he was living off his Hollywood earnings in Boca Raton, or cruising along the streets of Malibu without a worry in the world. Like everyone else, I surmised that Herbie’s star turn and subsequent riches had put him in the…