Tag Archives: Paris
Giacometti’s Pietà
After following the Seine all day long, we were tired and had to tug ourselves up and away from the quais. At the first little bistrot we past, Chloe suggested omelets and wine. A young woman drinking pastis sat next … Continue reading
The Smell of Chanel
The Twenties were roaring and I was in Paris. Autumn leaves paved the boulevards and the crackle they made when walked upon sent vibrations up my spine. I wanted to move and resonant with the world. And I wasn’t the … Continue reading
A True Story
Once upon a time, I was, without knowing it, a magician. All it took for me to actualize a desire was simply to will it. But, at a certain point, my powers started to dissipate until, zap, they just totally … Continue reading
Bon Voyage!
Tomorrow, I will be like the Eiffel Tower—high in the sky. Back on the ground, I will avoid getting lost in that labyrinth the French call métro by walking the rues of Marais with the Petite Mademoiselle. We will gawk … Continue reading
The Gaze of Victorine Meurent
The woman in the painting was looking at her. Luz was at the Musée d’Orsay in front of Manet’s Le Dejeuner sur herbe. The woman in question was sitting on the grass totally naked next to two men fully clothed. … Continue reading



