I have an announcement and a confession today. First of all, I am pregnant. Yay me! And it’s a boy! Yay for a little brother! (This is not big news to those who follow my personal accounts.) And now my confession: I don’t love being pregnant. There you have it. I said that out loud ...
This past Summer one of my dear old friends Jennie from university spent a month in Sancerre with her husband and two kids. They live in Washington DC and her husband took a sabbatical to study French at the Coeur de France. With a 2 and 4 year old, they set up camp in the center ...
On my usual route to the grocery store a while ago, with stroller and grocery cart in tow, I noticed that a disgusting deserted old space full of rubble and covered in graffiti had suddenly been transformed! (I must have missed the makeover.) There were potted plants and flowers on the sidewalk. I peeked in the window to ...
I always want to give friends and family the perfect souvenir. Eiffel Tower keychains and magnets are so boring. They don’t really share your memory or experience of a trip. Souvenir in French means to remember (v) or a memory (n). So if you are visiting Paris or if you live here buy a ...
It is really scary to me when I think about how climate change will affect my daughter’s future. Then I hear about the pollution levels in Paris and get nervous when she is running around in the playground. And the worst is when I think about all the junk that is in her food, clothes, toys in her room, and ...
If you lived in Brooklyn or New York circa 2001-2008 during the French bistro craze (Pastis, Balthazar) you remember Sunday brunch at Bar Tabac on Smith Street. Michael Arenella’s 1920s jazz band, steak frites, escargot, moule frites, fountains of Ricard, and blocked streets for Bastille celebrations. It was ...
