Named for the palace that no longer exists since succumbing to revolutionary forces of the Paris Commune, the Jardin des Tuileries stretches from the foot of the Louvre to the obelisk of Continue reading
Growing up in Chicago, thankfully, there are relatively few memorials to wars and military action as had taken place on that very ground – though there are many tributes to Continue reading
After leaving Saint Michel, I walked through some truly horrendous back streets turned Disney-fied tourist trap version of Paris over to Shakespeare and Company bookstore. On the ground floor (no Continue reading
Some believe that the only truth is our bodies. And others see the truth in our souls. One place where the possibilities of those truths connect is in a cemetery. Continue reading
He’s the Dutch Barry White. I am enamored of this man’s voice. Because he’s so clearly in love with, he’s so passionate about what he’s describing… every brushstroke, the treatment of light and dark, from the lace-collared wealthy in the paintings to the artists in their employ in the 16th century Netherlands.
The women of Pussy Riot in their speeches at the close of their trial aligned themselves in the tradition of Russian thinkers, artists and political dissidents and even with Jesus Christ himself to underline their point that critique in and of itself – even and especially when governmental and religious institutions are its subjects – is not a crime.
Any writer, reader of good literature, history geek, folk fond of tactile correspondence, stationery freak or handwriting analyst should go immediately upon arrival in Paris to the Museum of Letters and Manuscripts (Museé des Lettres et Manuscripts en français).
One summer during college, I sold $10,000 worth of knives. It was kinda crazy. When I started selling knives, it was to my family and friends – sorry, you guys! Continue reading