As I prepare to leave for my 30-day trip through Paris I am overcome with a sense of nostalgia. I haven’t eaten worth a toot nor gotten any sleep these last few weeks. I’m so bone tired that my emotions are totally out of control. All day I reflected back
[blogcount num=17] The plane leaves for Paris in 17 days, whether I’m on it or not. I keep adding to my to-do list to the point where it’s shutting me down, keeping me up at night. I can hardly accomplish one task before adding three more. History, for instance.
[blogcount num=43] Booked! My sister found this place, negotiated a great deal. It’s perfect. My home away from home is situated in the 4th arrondissement, Le Marais, known for its skinny streets, bustling cafés and shops – and is described as a somewhat congested neighborhood. ‘Congested speaks to me. In
[blogcount num=45] I’m hotter ‘n tick right now. One of my new Facebook friends, Jennifer, sent me a private message. She angrily claimed my trips were only for the wealthy and I should be ashamed of myself for pushing dreams that were unattainable for most people. Well, honey bunch, that
I got a strange tweet a couple of months ago. Some woman claiming to be a publicist. She said she’d read about my walks across Manhattan and was interested in publishing my story. Right. Next. I was cordial, but brushed it off. A few weeks later she followed through. She
[blogcount num=49] Bingo! I found an entire site devoted to graffiti in Paris: parisgraffiti.com Although it loads slowly, it’s so worth looking at this artwork. Okay, peeps, I can hear many of your eyes rolling. You see graffiti as the defacing of public property. What you might not know
[blogcount num=50] I’m going to fit right in. The website reads, in French: “Hype(r)Olds, gangs de seniors connectés.” Google Translate says it means, “Hype (r) Olds, senior gangs connected.” creativeparis.info reports: “Every week, ladies aged 77+ get together in small groups at the Gaïté Lyrique and Maison des Métallos for
It’s the Fourth of July and I must do a quick post. I’m in a hurry, trying to get to the Peachtree Road Race with my sons. We’ll watch it for an hour or so, then wander over to the White House Restaurant, one of Atlanta’s oldest restaurants, for our
I spent all day yesterday helping my daughter move to a new apartment. Cleaning bathrooms, hanging up clothes and shower curtains. Got home at almost 11pm, dog tired. I allowed myself to sleep til almost noon, something I don’t remember doing since my 20s. I woke up still groggy. Coffee
Being a bit of a Mrs. Kravitz, I love peeking inside people’s homes. Open Houses, ahhh! I have an obsession when it comes to architecture and interior design, even paint colors. So, when it comes to finding an apartment in Paris I can waste entire days surfing. The three rental
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