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The way things end

The way things end

“It’s the way things end. I watch it all slow down around me the moment before it fades. I try to inhale the last moment when every step is a last step.” – Dec. 15, 2009. It’s a Wednesday after work in the 9th arrondissement of Paris, where the front door spills out onto a … Continue reading

The future was wide open

The future was wide open

I pick up two pains au chocolat and two croissants at 8h30 at the Place Charles Michel boulangerie, this frigid Paris morning with my breath escaping in clouds, and then I’m clicking back to my apartment in my high heeled boots. In my mind, I’m Parisian. At home, I set the table: jam, coffee, sugar, … Continue reading

Life to the finish

Life to the finish

I am down to my last weekend in Paris, my last two weeks at work, my last nights with my loves here. I leave Paris Sunday morning, December 20th, but my last weekend in Paris was this past weekend, since I am going to the Christmas fair in Strasbourg next weekend. Too soon, I will … Continue reading

La Soirée Reflexive

La Soirée Reflexive

There are two versions of this blog post! For you anglophones, is a translation into English but our Soirée Réflexive takes place in French, so I had to write about it French and that version comes after the translation. Enjoy. — After the one month anniversary of La Soirée Reflexive (the evening of reflection), I … Continue reading

Connaissance

Connaissance

Paris, this is the first draft, the part with everything in between because I haven’t learned to be concise yet and I talk about the bakeries like the name of every pastry is important as if the cigarettes burn slower because I articulate every ashtray in the café The first draft, when I describe words … Continue reading

A vrai dire, la vie est belle

A vrai dire, la vie est belle

Nuit Blanche. It means “sleepless night.” The beauty of it is, I have never been so happy to be awake. Briefly, Nuit Blanche is an annual event where the mayor of Paris decrees non-stop 12 hours of culture, music, film, and art; and from 7pm to 7am, the city stays up reveling. Two metro lines … Continue reading

Chez Georges

Chez Georges

I forget to mention the little things. I make long philosophical posts about the abstract Parisian life then leave my blog silent about daily routines and regular haunts. So my new goal is to write more frequently (yes!) and more directly. Today the topic to unravel is Chez Georges, my favorite! A wine bar in … Continue reading

La Joie de Vivre

La Joie de Vivre

I want to take you through my neighborhood, down the street, into my mornings and afternoons where there’s coffee and misspellings, a crowded metro and a Catholic church. Children and baguettes Walking home one afternoon, a pint-sized little girl with long blond hair galloped past me with a baguette in hand, the bread taller than … Continue reading

2 weeks in Paris

2 weeks in Paris

Everyone hates their grandmother Our first day of French grammar class, our professor asked us, “Who here has a good relationship with grammar?” Two or three people tentatively raised their hands. “Ok, so those who have a good relationship with grammar, can you explain why?” A guy in my class replied, “Uh, well she gives … Continue reading

Violà la jolie europe

Violà la jolie europe

Now I know why Hemingway is my idol as a writer– because he lived abroad, in Paris, where the air gives life to your language and reality to your dreams. It fills me with poetry like it filled him with novels; it creeps under your skin, this world, when as elegant a language as French … Continue reading