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chris-dee's picture
Oct.28.2012
I’m a writer because I have stories to tell.  I love my characters.  I love ideas.  I love playing with words.   I have no particular love for promotion.  The readers it can bring, they’re great, but the act of putting myself out there to get their attention: no love....
marcia-fine's picture
Oct.27.2012
My passion for Paris started when I was a kid. My parents, bohemians who sported berets in humid Coconut Grove, Florida, loved everything French--the food, the language, the music, the writers. I grew up with a desire to visit an exotic place where every corner restaurant served quality food, the...
cherie-magnus's picture
Oct.27.2012
` In his little Renault, Olivier and I chugged to Giverny and Monet’s gardens, an hour’s drive from Paris. The weather was perfect; the water lilies, irises, and wisteria (the same purple as the jacaranda trees in L.A.) bloomed under the warm sun, and I walked on flower-scented air, hand in hand...
cherie-magnus's picture
Oct.27.2012
                Views of the Eiffel Tower and the glittering dome of the Invalides across the river waited for me at the top of the stairs at the Place de la Concorde. My fellow rush-hour Metro riders swept me across the rue de Rivoli...
joao-antunes's picture
Oct.26.2012
I've been in Paris more than 20 times. The latest and most unforgettable one was with the woman I love. The first place she wanted to go, and I had the pleasure to take her there, was the bookshop Shakespeare & Company. Later, I saw Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris, and taking the chance to...
victoria-zackheim's picture
Oct.26.2012
When both of my children were off to college, I went to Paris for three months. I took a computer, printer, clothing for winter, and the key to the 17th century apartment I had found by sheer luck. It was located next to the ancient Abbaye des Grands Augustins, two minutes from Pont Neuf, and a...
robert-sheppard's picture
Oct.26.2012
Choisy-le-Roi, is an unglamorous suburb southeast of Paris halfway out to Orly airport, which is no doubt why they located the Youth Hostel there, where real estate values were low enough to make it sustainable to cater to road addicts, students, travelers of all ages from the Third World and...
stephanie-serina-torres's picture
Oct.26.2012
Thierry and I were counterparts to one another's ultimate fantasy...one another's "love dream."  We'd met in an unusual way the previous year, when I'd stopped at the gas station to get a cup of coffee. You see, I was jet lagged from traveling with my daughter to the south of France for her...
peggy-townsend's picture
Oct.26.2012
It was unnerving to stand in a house peopled by gaunt and scabbed drug addicts. It was even more unnerving to do it while wearing baby-doll pajamas.   It was the ’70s and my sister and I, still in college, had come to the city of Paris with the idea of Hemingway, sidewalk cafes and long days...
lisa-jensen's picture
Oct.26.2012
It was not the way I wanted to spend my last day in Paris. On our first trip to France, in 2001, the lovely Art Boy and I had arrived with friends on June First, a Friday afternoon, and spent the rainy weekend visiting museums and discovering cafés. Our friends had bought an old stone millhouse on...