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kerry-m-wood's picture
Nov.06.2012
After dining sumptuously at La Coupole in Montparnasse, I took the metro to the Opera station near Place de l’Opera and Rue de la Paix. A short stroll brought me to 5 Rue Daunou—Harry’s New York Bar, which stood elegantly as it has since 1931. Downstairs in the Ivories room I met up with my brother...
madeline-sharples's picture
Nov.01.2012
We spent a few days in Paris in April 2001. It was cold, but sunny and clear. On Easter Sunday we walked through le Jardin des Tuileries, the Tuileries Garden, the oldest park in Paris. The garden, in the Italian style influenced by the Medicis family, is filled with symmetrical and formal statuary...
alysa-salzberg's picture
Nov.01.2012
  Sometimes I think I really shouldn't be here. When it comes to the French mindset, I’m really out of place – loud, emotive, eager.  When I express my joy at something, or get upset, my husband, in-laws, and anyone else who happens to be around, will usually say “She’s such an American...
geoffrey-edmund-fox's picture
Oct.31.2012
We love Paris, ma copine and I, for all the usual reasons. The great monuments, the museums including the famous and the smaller specialized ones, the good tastes in even modest bistros, the tradition of tradition-breaking in all the arts, the urban gaze and bustle and sounds of Paris — ambulance...
brian-lageose's picture
Oct.29.2012
Dear Reader, As some of you probably expected after reading the previous post, the little netbook that I absolutely had to have, so that I could blog daily while wearing a beret and sipping espresso, was basically ignored during the entire Paris trip. Yes, I did make an effort at mobile...
antonia-albany's picture
Oct.29.2012
     In 1962 my father was a historian for NATO in Paris. I was 14. Do you remember being 14? At that time, I was a young girl awakening to the opposite sex….mon dieu!      How fortunate to not be saddled by too many other American friends hanging around...
melissa-broadway's picture
Oct.29.2012
My memories of Paris are limited to Gare Montparnasse and Gare du Nord, so when I spotted the email listing the blog topic "Memories of Paris", it cause a bit of cringing.  Much to my mother's chagrin I began my study of the language early in life, became an avid reader of anything and...
mary-lynn-i-archibald's picture
Oct.28.2012
My train from Brussels pulled into La Gare du Nord the day before Bastille Day, 1992. I was parched from oohing and aahing over the countryside, and at last, the city I had dreamed about all during my college art history classes. I couldn't believe I was there at last, and all on my own. My first-...
katharine-niles's picture
Oct.28.2012
                My husband and I were talking about Paris this morning, in bed, which is where it seems most people stereotypically talk about Paris. But I’ve clung to Paris in particular because it is where my husband so...
tiffany-turner's picture
Oct.28.2012
It started with a dream. I had taken French all through High School. I’d been a member of the French Club, and taken tests on the parts of Paris. I knew how the Arc De Triomphe was at the end of the Champs-Elysees ending with Place de la Concorde. Le Louvre was a destination along with Pere-...