Browsing All posts tagged under »Paris«

On life in black and white.

February 25, 2012

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In one of the first posts on this blog, I wrote about life in black and white. It was last July, and I had just watched Lucille Ball and Bob Hope’s “Affair to Remember.” It made me wonder how many people in 2011, outside of the 9th grade and away from the trap that is […]

“People All Over The World (Join Hands)”

December 13, 2011

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Nothing backpacking-wise today was so spectacular that it can’t wait for tomorrow’s post, which I can tell you already is going to be a long one. Instead, 27 hours after being Freshly Pressed, I’m stunned and ecstatic that Round Two is kicking Round One’s tail. 3,600 hits, the post has been read over 2,100 times, […]

Goodnight, Paris.

November 28, 2011

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My time in Paris has come to an end. At ten nights, it’s the place I’ve stayed the longest, but I knew that would be the case all along. I feared my bag would break her if we put it on… This worked instead. Nancy left yesterday. We spent our last morning wandering Christmas markets […]

PDA and Posing in Paris

November 26, 2011

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Love is everywhere in Paris. Everywhere. Even written in the grout between tiles of the grungy bathroom stall in the Arc de Triumph. I’d never choose a random bathroom stall to permanently leave “Janae and (Name) Forever.” So dirty. So germy. So occupied by random strangers and gross acts. Placement is everything. It’s also why […]

Sudafed and Champagne… In Paris

November 25, 2011

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We slept in. We got lunch. Girl talk. At length. It started raining. We retreated to the hotel for umbrellas. We already have colds to fight. We started our sightseeing day at 2:30p.m., and we were so efficient. Our first stop was the Museum D’Orsay and I can finally add something to the art conversation […]

Pancakes and Paris

November 25, 2011

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Did I say a couple days? As if there weren’t going to be stories in the meantime. Nancy got to Paris yesterday morning. While waiting in the hotel lobby for her to arrive, I struck up a conversation with the most “unfun” woman. She said she was from New York and I said I live […]

To Whom It May Concern… One For Thanksgiving

November 23, 2011

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On my way to the 14th Arrondissement a few minutes ago, a man stopped me on the street and asked if I spoke English, then said, “I have written a book, I write poetry and you look like an artist. Would you like to get a drink?” If he wasn’t just a little too shifty-eyed, […]

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