Today is Saturday and I have 2-1/2 more days in Paris. As you can imagine, I’m beginning to panic about how I’ll fit in the things remaining on my list. The Museum Quai Branly, the Museé D’Art Moderne, plus my last two arrondissements, the 15th and 17th. Tomorrow I’ll visit
Yesterday may have been my favorite day in Paris. My two Atlanta friends and I decided to hike from our apartment to the Pére Lachaise. We had tried the evening before to go to this famous cemetery, but got re-routed due to a problem in one of the train stations.
I started college majoring in architecture. I remember clearly the Golden Rule of my first instructor: Form follows function. In other words, design it to function properly first. Then make it rock visually! Having lived now in two different apartments in Paris, I underscore the validity of that lesson. One
I choose my wine by how beautiful the label is . . . and of course, by the price. As most of you wine connoisseurs know, the wines in my price range can usually be found by squatting down to the bottom shelf in the grocery store. No different here
This one just brought a big ol’ smile to my face! A group of American tourists are following their tour guide is who explaining all about the Notre Dame. The wives are at the front of the line, hanging on to every word their guide, a gorgeous young French man,
I was 25 years old when I moved into a third-story apartment overlooking Peachtree Street in Atlanta. As many of you know, this is the main thoroughfare through the entire city. A very busy street. Exhausted after a day of moving I crawled into bed sometime around 2:00am. A few
I have a ritual I do when my creativity is blocked. When I need to design a new logo or website and nothing comes to mind, I will venture out and search for letters in the alphabet. My rules are that I must first find the A then work myself
Wandered through the 13th arrondissement yesterday. Overall it feels like a good, working class neighborhood that holds Paris’ newspaper building (Le Monde), their ultra-modern Bibliothèque Nationale (national library), and Chinatown, which I’ll return to see next week. The streets widen, becoming avenues divided by the Metro rail tracks. When you come
I figure I’m walking on average of 10 miles per day – at least. Several days I’ve pushed 12 or 13. Accordingly to sources online, Paris is about 9 miles east to west and 6 north to south at its widest points. Paris proper is bound by an oval-shaped perimeter,
“Oh, those Stapleton women!” It’s been a phrase I’ve heard passed around my father’s side of the family for years. The Stapleton men – 4 brothers in all – were all solid citizens, serious, soft-spoken men of few words. A very respectable crew. But they all up and married fun,
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