Childhood friend Llynn and I took the train to Giverny and rode bikes from the train station into Giverny to visit Monet’s house and gardens.
Walking sticks at Galerie Fayet (since 1909) in Passage Jouffroy. The store was like walking into a shop Harry Potter might frequent on Diagon Alley.
Monday lunch at restaurant Mini-Palais in the Grand Palais with Paris writer, jazz singer, tour guide and flaneur Terrance Gelenter (on the right with restaurant manager ‘René).
Tuesday morning markets. At the Fromager I was scolded for taking the butter off the shelf by myself – but I’ll gladly pay penance because French butter is to die for. And bacon sliced to order …need I say more?
Although I have visited Paris every year since 2010, I started my extended stays in June 2016.
The 6 o’clock bells on Notre Dame outside my bedroom window in the Latin Quarter.
The fairy-godmother of multiple chances has bestowed on me a third phase of life (the first two being childhood and a long legal career) where I can be preoccupied with travel and writing. Since 2016, I have been traveling to my favorite spots in North America and hunkering down in Paris for a couple months a year to take writing classes, network with fellow writers and venture on side trips across Europe. I write fiction, nonfiction and flash-fiction. Most of my subject matter has little to do with where I travel, but everything to do with the person I become as I experience new places, new people and new cultures. Renée Ozburn