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Another Paris Snapshot: the boy in the café

There are endless moments in life you want to capture, so picturesque and ideal, that the world, conspiring against you, makes an impossible task. So instead we commit the moment to memory, determined to explain it as best as possible when the opportunity arises.
I nearly forgot about him, the boy in the café, until I […]

Before Sunrise, Before Sunset. Paris.

Last night I dreamt that I was watching the same movie over and over again. Maybe it was everyday, but definitely repeatedly over the course of the dream (since in dreams time expands and contracts at will).
I couldn’t remember the movie, but I woke up with the thought that it might have been Before Sunset.
Before […]

My First Guest Spot

Nope.
I haven’t stopped writing my long Parisian post in case you’re waiting and wondering where my usual morning updates are, they’ve just moved briefly to Wordbk for a small guest stint.
Word.

Shakespeare and Company

If you’re ever in Paris and happen to be as big of a fan of books as I am, visit the original Shakespeare and Company, opened by George Whitman:
The Rag & Bone Shop of the Heart
When Frances Steloff was president of the […]

Hopelessly Rafael: A Brief Parisian Anecdote

It was on my third day of my Paris trip, after my brief day trip to Versailles, that I met Rafael. I had not, up until that point, actively made any effort to seek company. I would even go so far as to say that I had been avoiding interacting too much with anyone from […]

Career Choice: Fail

For the record, writers get no love. And if you’re thinking maybe I’ll take up a career in writing, don’t move to france.
France of all places. Home to the historically intellectually astute. Philosophers. Poets. Novelists.
Do you know what the french are interested in?
Photographers.
If photographers and writers were in a battle for drumming up career interest […]

My One Purchase

I am extremely pleased with it.

The Eiffel at Night* (to expand a bit on bk’s post)

*He was so excited about all the beautiful ladies, I thought I’d give a more in depth and marica-esque account of the night.Sunday night was my last night in Paris. It rained all day but the sky was still bright and things took on this different light that I’m sure only happens in Paris. […]

Blazey and Sonya in Paris

Two or three days ago, over a glass of wine while we lounged around the apartment (maybe there wasn’t wine but it seems fitting) bk turned to me with a devilish smile and said ‘do you think think the courtyard by the big building is a good place to meet someone?’*

I looked up from my […]

Bk Takes Me Shopping.

One of the highlights of having bk join me for my Paris adventures (convincing him didn’t take much arm twisting) was all the cool kid stores we’d go to along the way. We’ve sort of got this perfect mixture of new and old going on. Yesterday I took him on my walking tour of Montmartre […]

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