September 20, 2013
Quick announcement: I’m excited to tell you that I’ll be back in Paris for a week starting this Sunday! I’m in town for photo assignments, shooting at some of my favorite restaurants and bars in the city. My schedule is already packed, but I’d love to meet up with my lovely expat community during shoots, since I’ll be hanging around eating, drinking, and waiting for the light to change while taking photos. Don’t be shy — if you’d like to meet up, please send me an email at email@example.com, or leave a comment below, and I’ll send you my shooting schedule!
July 6, 2013
This post is difficult to write. I’ve been putting it off for a long time, mostly because I’m in denial about leaving Paris in the first place.
Yes, I’m leaving. I’m going back to LA because… well, various reasons. My long-stay visa is up, my job wants me back, I have an apartment waiting for me, etc. etc. etc.
Right now it all feels like meaningless excuses. It’s so hard to leave, especially in summer with the long days and blue skies and flowers and the strawberries and cherries and tomatoes at the markets. It doesn’t help that I’ve been staying at the most charming AirBnb apartment I could ever imagine, a tiny chambre de bonne with an Eiffel Tower view. I am truly tempted to say, “screw responsibility, screw being an adult, I’m going to live the broke bohemian life here.”
But that’s not me. I’ve always been the safe one, who makes sure that the edges are all straight and aligned before sewing them together. And let’s face it, I couldn’t go to nearly as many good restaurants if I was living the boho life.
June 21, 2013
You all know that I’ve been in love with Frenchie for months. Well now, Chef Marchand has opened his third restaurant on Rue du Nil to help me live the dream of having Frenchie for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Frenchie To Go is open from early morning to just before the restaurant and bar à vins open for dinner. There’s breakfast all day, consisting of an english muffin sandwich with a pile of maple-smoked bacon (egg is weirdly not automatically included, but can be had for an extra €0.70) as well as various decidedly American pastries such as donuts, muffins, and brownies. No viennoiseries here.
The lunch menu, served 1-4pm, seems designed for Anglophone expats of various stripes who miss the various iterations of take-out and street foods of their homelands. Think fish and chips, lobster rolls (the biggest-ticket item at €22), and hot dogs. If you’ve eaten at Frenchie bar à vins recently, some of these concoctions will be familiar to you: the pulled pork has been a messy favorite forever, but my go-to has always been the reuben, made with pastrami maison, sharp cheddar, and tangy coleslaw on crusty pain des amis that’s entirely saturated with butter and grilled. There’s really no other way to describe it but daaaaaaang.
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June 13, 2013
The front door to Sainte-Chapelle deposits you in the lower chapel, which is, you know, fine. But then, you walk up the stairs to the upper chapel, and it’s almost impossible to stop yourself from gasping.
This place truly can’t be captured in photos. The height and the color and the light all kind of blend together and make your mind seize up until you’re just standing there, mouth slightly agape, eyes glazed over, your brain unable to output anything more advanced than, “oooh, pretty” for a few minutes.
If you go on a sunny day (which you should), the light that filters in through the massive windows stains the floor in constantly-changing patterns. It’s magical.