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I’ve been busy counting my gray hairs.

Last week was kind of a doozy. We recovered from Lyon just fine, but I soon realized that I had less than 3 weeks left in Paris and about 8 million things on my To-Do list. Actual important, practical things, not just things to eat. But in between chores and organizing for the big move…

Everything but the turkey.

I hope you all ate enough dinde for your turkey-less compatriots here in Paris. Because while we did have the day off, I was too busy exploring, enjoying and uncovering new things to wrap my head around the logistics of trying to squeeze a bird into my tiny godforsaken oven. Here’s what I discovered over the past week: 1.…

Weekend discovery recap.

I know you’re probably all thinking that I gave up on the discovery challenge. And you wouldn’t be totally off base to guess that I spent the weekend curled up in a ball in the corner, praying to the baby gods to show me the righteous path to non-screaming baby life. But you’re wrong! Despite…

Afterwards I hope I discover a gym.

Today I’ve been stuck in the apartment waiting for the plumbers to come fix all the leaky faucets and managing a crazy 3 month old who’s giving a chubby little middle finger to any kind of schedule I might try to ease her into. (hmm, I wonder where she gets that willful spirit from? Dad,…

Kouign Amann.

I’ll let you figure out how to pronounce that one. In the meantime, I’ll tell you that it’s the name of the most spectacular pastry I’ve come across yet (don’t tell the pain au raisins). Kouign Amann is a specialty from Bretagne, and its name actually comes from the Breton words for “butter” and “cake.”…

Marché des Enfants Rouges

It’s only day 2 of my discover something new project, and I almost didn’t make it out of the house. Le bébé is going through a growth spurt or something, and isn’t particularly happy unless she’s sleeping or eating. Or eating when she should be sleeping. So motivating myself to get out the door and…

One month of hellos.

Or should I say, bonjours. That’s right, I’ve got one month left here, and I don’t plan on spending it saying goodbye. Because really, I’m absolutely positive I’ll be back one day. But more importantly, I’m not done with this place yet! Goodbyes mean you’re wrapping things up, and I feel like I’m just getting…

Au revoir.

Don’t panic! I’m not saying goodbye to Paris just yet. I’ve got a whole month left of this fabulous city, so please redirect your tears as I bid a bittersweet farewell to a friend who’s served me well over the past two years: Ohhhhh J.Crew Sherpa Fleece. Your cozy hood and cushy fleece interior have…

Hold the Nutella.

It should come as no surprise to anyone who’s glossed over this blog that I think French cuisine is magnificent. The bubbly and the foie gras, the seared lamb chops and rich sauces, the crispy butter moons they call croissants — it’s all spectacularly delicious, and usually done to perfection. The French people have a…

I dream in Pepto pink.

I have a great picture of my mom from her trip to Paris years and years ago: She’s sprawled on a rock somewhere in the city, smiling a big, broad smile, holding up a prized bottle of Pepto Bismol. I realize now that mom was really on to something. Because this past weekend, on the…