Future perfect
I’m’a take a break from the France documentation and muse for a minute… about the future… and worry… and brownies. I have somehow found in me a blind confidence in … Continue Reading →
Month: September 2010
Nice to see you again
At the young age of 22, my suitemate and I made a pact: if, at the age of 40, we are both still single–let us move to Paris. Because, we … Continue Reading →
C’est impossible!
Ok, the trip. Peppered with some French in that annoying way where the word is simply italicized to let you know it’s not English (in case you couldn’t tell…), without … Continue Reading →