Symposium (Jolimont 6)
Or what I took away from the mountain. The evening began with a fire. Under the doubtful eyes of four city men, our sturdy Swiss host constructed a pyramid of twigs. He showed no fear of the rain clouds overhead.…
Call and answer – the pure joy of discovering a magic trick
It’s a sunny day in the Jardin du Luxembourg. I’m walking on one of the raised balustraded terraces along a row of tall trees. Up in a branch, a bird is calling out. It is hidden from sight by the…
My Days Inside
At nine in the morning, the sky above Paris is blue. Today I will walk on Boulevard Raspail in the sun, I promise myself. From my past experiences in trying to find winter sunlight, I know this street delivers unobstructed…
The Bureau for Unfulfilled Weekends
HE I had so much fun with you this weekend. SHE That’s the added bonus of leaving – when you return, we are overly excited to see each other. HE But I feel the weekend should not be over yet.…
Hôtel Lutetia
Hôtel Lutetia, in the heart of the Parisian quarter Saint-Germain-des-Prés, does not only impress with its gorgeous façade, but also with its long list of famous and notorious visitors and with the art that fills its corridors. I wrote an article for the Travel…
Black Dogs
I’m reading Black Dogs from Ian McEwan, trying to proceed slow, be attentive; his prose deserves it. Still, I’m hurrying toward the scene in which the dogs will appear – not only the title, also the storyteller has promised me…