If you go to Montmartre, I suggest you do so without really meaning to. Set out for an afternoon walk, and end up there half on accident. That’s what we did. – I guess you could go there on purpose, too, but where’s the fun in that? You’ll probably be wearing appropriate footwear and will…
I’d like to deviate for a moment from my pastry tour of France to discuss my dalliance with an ambiguous piece of Bavarian taxidermy. – I should clarify (though I remain incredibly proud of that opening sentence): when I say Bavarian, I don’t mean that the actual taxidermical practices were ones that I’d distinctly associate…
– Today we are going to talk about eclairs. Because my blog tackles the tough issues. But first, let me tell you about one of my earliest memories. It is, depending on how you look at it, equal parts tragic and wonderful. When I was a wee little Everywhereist (back during a time when a…
– I never, ever thought I’d tire of eating French food, but at some point during our short jaunt I realized that I could not eat another duck confit. To be fair, this was less about being sick of duck confit and more about wanting to fit into the trousers I had brought with me.…
My husband sees beauty where others do not, and for that, I’m grateful. – When something is aesthetically pleasing but too obvious, too easily attained, he tends to ignore it. While the world touts some new supermodel or starlet as the new standard of sexiness and perfection, my husband quietly notes that he really likes…
I have something else to confess about Paris. You’re probably going to get mad at me.
– If you do a modicum of searching online, you’ll find a wealth of information about the Eiffel Tower. How it was designed by Gustav Eiffel, and built by his construction firm, for the 1889 World’s Fair. How it indirectly led to the building of the first Ferris Wheel, because when the Chicago World’s Fair…
– My first impression of Paris didn’t take hold until we got to our hotel. The cab ride was lost to a jet-lagged fog – no opinions or observations of the city would be forthcoming. I simply struggled to keep my head up so that the driver would think I was awake, and wouldn’t take…
– I did not enjoy my visit to the Miami Beach Holocaust Memorial at all. I suppose that’s the point. I doubt anyone leaves a Holocaust memorial thinking, “Wowzers! That was fun!” But the memorial in Miami Beach is different from others I’ve visited. Whereas others have often made me feel contemplative and solemn, this…
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