Humans - even entitled millenials - are experts in adaptation. But no one said that adaptation wasn't painful.
The city of light is the city of dog shit. Bonjour you fucking Parisian, I see you standing there, waiting next to your dog as he squats down to shit on the sidewalk. I see you there with that plastic bag in your hand that you don't intend on using unless a police officer is … Continue reading To all Dog Owners in Paris
Baby Elliott had eaten and gone to sleep. After munching on wasabi peanuts and vinegar chips we were finally seated at the dinner table. The mushroom risotto that my wife had prepared that afternoon was served along with honey and lemon marinated chicken skewers. Our hosts, Elliott's parents, were finally drinking their share of wine. … Continue reading Paris je t’aime: Putting into words what I will never forget