Paris on two wheels

To drink hot spiced red wine in the Tuileries with my lunch of a cheese crepe before hopping back on a bicycle — this is what going to Paris is about.
Tracy wanted to visit Versailles one day during our week in Paris. I’d seen it with Brian a few years ago so decided to do [...]

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Cost of fondue dinner in Paris? €17. Cost of carelessness? A lot more.

Warning. Whining ahead. Look away if you prefer to avoid my wallow in self-pity.
I’ve tried to avoid tallying the costs of my purse theft. I’m not even that great at math. But the numbers just keep climbing in my head so I may as well let them out to frolic.
So far:
Cash: $160 (€100)
Cost to replace [...]

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Dorothy was right.

There’s no place like home.
I admit it. I reacted fiercely to the purse theft in Paris last week. From the moment it happened, all night, the next day, up until the flight home 36 hours afterwards, I wanted only to come home. In one of the most beautiful and beloved cities in the world, all [...]

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I wish I could have sent an audio postcard

Tracy and I planned to climb the tower at Notre Dame for a Gargoyle’s-eye view of Paris last week. After we got ourselves up and around and fortified with strong coffee, we wandered over that way. We noticed the palms and it struck me — it was Palm Sunday. And we had arrived at [...]

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Have you heard the one about the two American girls who walk into a Montmartre police station at midnight?

You know this can’t end well.
Midnight. Paris. I’m perched on a plastic chair, twisting my scarf and silly beret in my hands as I try my best to answer the questions this 20-year-old French police man is asking me. Mrs. Frye’s French class back in the early 90s didn’t prepare me for this. Restaurant reservations [...]

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Au revoir, next stop Cincinnati. Oh, and Paris!

I’m in a lull as I wait for my toenail polish to dry, so here’s my off-to-Paris post. (Why am I painting my toenails in light of the weather forecast? Well I certainly can’t wear my clunky winter shoes to my Hidden Kitchen dinner can I? I’m wearing my open-toed sandals that gave me such [...]

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Better take my parapluie to Paris

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French laundry

So I got my documents for my Paris apartment rental today. I’ll save the rant about not getting the keys in the mail as advertised for another day. In the 13 pages of important information, I found this the best:
(You have to wonder what the previous guests have done to make the capital letters necessary.)
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