Parisian Proprietary Préférée

Paper, Pencils & Pens–A few of my favorite things.

Mélodies Graphiques–Ma boutique Parisienne préférée.

10 Rue du Pont Louis-Philippe, 75004 Paris

www.melodies-graphiques.com

Tintin Travels

Tintin Travels and Tells Tall Tales. I want to do the same. So I Paid for Passage to Paris -And I wished upon a Star -That my dreams are not Bizarre.

Less Stress in Paris

A little of my freelance writing re: PARIS as featured in the March 2021 edition of International Living Magazine.

Metro Money

Metro money makes merry thoughts of Paris meander through my mind.

Fall’s Fanfare

Flying to France again is still a fantasy. But a flanuer through fall’s fanfare of colors provides consolation for continued Covid-caused confinements. orange rouge jaune violet

Montmorillon, France, Nov 2019

Montmorillon is a magical medieval town in the middle of France that has been called “The City of Writing and Book Professions” because of its history as the center of paper-making and book binding. It is also where my dear, dear friend Suzanne, and her family, have made a second home. Her place on the town square is charming. The village has a typewriting museum and probably more Harry Potter-like bookshops per capita than any other town in France. There is a huge expat Brit community, a lovely, quirky tea salon run by a former Playboy bunny, welcoming locals and fantastic views all around.

Biarritz, France, June 2019

Vacances in France –After a week of classes with some pretty impressive literary and creative speakers…and a final soirée, I decided to wind down by taking the train to Biarritz, France, near the border with Spain, in Basque country. There are hills, palm trees, ocean breezes and roaring waves. If you need a momentary break from Paris it might as well be here — just saying.

St. Malo, Brittany, France 2018

I wanted some sea time, so I took a train to St. Malo in Brittany on the Atlantic coast. I stayed overnight at a wonderful hotel with a room overlooking the beach, walked the boardwalk at high and low tide, watched surfers ride the waves, saw a glorious sunset, had a great fresh lobster lunch when I got there, but stayed in my room in the evening with pizza and wine to listen to the storm out on the ocean…And then, on the 2+ hour train ride home made a new friend — a beautiful young woman who was born in Senegal, raised in Paris, spent 10 years in Atlanta and now lives in Brittany. She invited me to come visit when I return next year. I’m going to try to do that.