Metro line 9 from Pont de Sevres, passing Ranelagh station at 11:25 PM. No one gets on or off at Ranelagh, it’s deserted, like a ghost western-town before a John Wayne shoot-out. It looks yellow under the lights, and as we start moving away, I notice a tall, old black man, sitting cross-legged on the… Continue reading dry shaving – state of grace
This is basically a little positive reflection on why I’m actually happy to be where I am (in the Paris area) even though it’s not a total success yet (i.e. still don’t have a job, still don’t feel settled, still don’t have much of a place to call my own). After T. was here, and… Continue reading biting off a piece of bread
So….after a day spent in museums and walking around the city, we went into Sephora, the huge makeup shop and I tried spray-on nylons,which right now, still seems like the dumbest idea in the world and prompts a few questions : -what is the difference between spray-on nylons and a spray-on tan? -who thought of… Continue reading spray-on nylons
One good thing about living in this area is that it seems to be an easy and willing destination for your close ones. Since being here, I’ve already had five visitors and am expecting three more in the next ten days…so I don’t really feel abandoned… Granted, they come for the sites and not necessarily… Continue reading Paris-dise
The Three-Legged Duck 