Rara Avis

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In a shop window on La Cienaga Boulevard, West Hollywood, Los Angeles,  May 2016

Ever since I was a little girl, I have been inspired by strong women from all walks of life and from all periods of history.   Cleopatra, Catherine the Great, Mother Teresa and Iris Apfel …the list goes on.    Continue reading “Rara Avis”

Reagir En Cas D’Attaque Terroriste

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Posted in a small train station in France.   Continue reading “Reagir En Cas D’Attaque Terroriste”

Le Protest

  The national past time in France.  The gathering of the motorcycles was massive, cordial even festive.  Terrible for traffic but quite the show for sitting at a sidewalk cafe on a Sunday afternoon.

Paris aujourd’hui

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To be young, to be in love, and to be in Paris.

He once asked me, “When you were a little girl, did you ever think that  you would be strolling down the Champs-Elysees?”

With a huge smile of wonder and amazement, I shook my head and answered, “Not really”.

Today, years later, I stroll the Champs-Elysees, alone with memories of the man who gave me Paris.

It is a beautiful day and I am happy to be here.
 

Ce petit cadeau

 

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Francois’ card with his gift from the Flea Market in Paris.

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Mrs. ‘Arris

 

I loved reading the Mrs. ‘Arris series when I was a child.   Continue reading “Mrs. ‘Arris”

A Moveable Feast

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“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”      Ernest Hemingway to a friend, 1950. Continue reading “A Moveable Feast”

Paris? Oui!

 

Paris Eiffel Tower

Did  your Mom ever scold you about leaving things to the last minute?  Mine did, but the lesson never stuck.

I remember a childhood story about a boy who always  waited until Sunday night to do his homework. Imagine the upset when his friends decided to go to the movies one Sunday night and  he couldn’t join them because his homework assignments were waiting for him in his backpack.

That’s how I feel about my upcoming trip to France.  Did I say France?  Oui! Continue reading “Paris? Oui!”