We all know where we were. For me, it was eighth grade American history class. I remember the look on my teacher’s face as she rushed out of the room: dumbstruck disbelief. I didn’t know what the World Trade Center…
Archives for September 2011
jet-lagged thoughts
Despite a long delay, my plane landed in Paris this morning. Walking out of the airport, the outside air hit against my skin and coolness seemed to go straight though me; it felt so fresh. It turned out to a…
happy weekend, let’s eat cake.
This weekend will be the last that I spend in Texas until Christmas (!) and it appears to be filling up with football, family, friends, and what else, but food. The tempo of time ensures that before I know it, I’ll find myself on a place…
small town, france
The recipe for Small Town, France is rather similar to the one for Small Town, U.S.A. : slow streets, unique storefronts, a town square and tight community. A small monument, a single church and the feeling that no one here ever gets in a hurry. …