The heat lamps have returned to cafes. Leaves crunch under foot as you walk. The chill in the air encourages the buttoning-up of jackets. It’s offically fall, y’all. I remember writing at the end of fall last year that the next time the season…
sainte clotilde
Saint Clotilde Basilica is young by European standards. Built in the mid 19th century, the church sits smack dab in the middle of my present life in the 7th arrondisement. Just across the street from my neighborhood grocery store, I pass it often,…
palais prada
Only in Paris would the President’s house sit next to Prada and no one think twice about it. C’est la vie.
rue art
Points for creatively incorporating pre-existing materials or disqualified for creepy/uncheerful subject? The city at your feet.
all (road) signs lead to…
Mustaches. Charlie Chaplin black and whites. A certain former roommate. That’s what I think of anytime I see this particular breed of road sign. Beats me what its actual meaning is…
a door of a different color
I love how every door in this city is a little bit all its own. Here are a few from a recent stroll: