October 29, 2012
Like Elaine from Seinfeld, I’ve always been something of a man’s woman. I have a lot of dude friends and not too many girlfriends. In fact, I remember in first grade that my two best friends were boys. I still talk to both of them on occasion. One is an expat in Vienna and other brews beer. Apparently first-grade me knew how to pick ’em.
But I do crave female company a lot of the time, especially here where friends are precious and few. There’s nothing quite like girl talk. There’s that ineffable quality in women, especially in gossipy one-on-one sessions, that makes me open up a little more than I am usually wont.
Ariane is one of the first friends I met after moving to Paris. She’s an artist. I have never seen her without some kind of sketchbook in her bag or in her hand.
October 7, 2012
I’ll be honest, reader. I’ve been a little heartsick this week. To cheer myself up, I took myself out on a lot of nice lunches in light-filled restaurants and visited lots of pretty streets despite my tired soles.
46 rue des Martyrs, 75009 (Notre Dame de Lorette)
01 42 82 12 80