Paris: Dirty Floors and Beggars

Paris: Dirty Floors and Beggars

Like someone who denies their sexuality and only lives from the collar up, so I live from the knees up ignoring my dirty floor in my apartment in the hope that, given sufficient time, it will disappear of its own accord. But wisdom tells me that there will come a day...
Paris: The Man on the Train

Paris: The Man on the Train

His eyes were wild. He was clutching a Bible with a white knuckled fist while beating it on his chest. His mouth was wet with white froth forming in the corners of his thin lips. With passionate abandon he addressed everyone … no it was much more like scolding;...
Paris: How to Eat Escargots

Paris: How to Eat Escargots

I thought, as I weaved my way through the streets with my glasses rhythmically steaming up with each breath, I’m not really into writing about food, but when one eats the King’s Cake (Galette des Rois), it must be reported. Almonds, stewed fruit, a sweet,...
Paris January 2017: Arrival at the Cité des Arts

Paris January 2017: Arrival at the Cité des Arts

I’m going to gossip … I want to tell you about the interesting people I came across yesterday at a function here at the Cité des Arts: The identical twins from Iran (my new author friend from Montreal calls them the Rasputwins) – first impressions, which are...