Dec 23, 2015

Collecting Crumbs: Crottin Repassé


What would you pay to have a household chore become so enjoyable, your children actually beg to do it? I pay 8€, a bargain. And it's all because of the antique ramasse-miette ("crumb gatherer") that my friends have at their country home in Bretagne that we visit each summer.

Dec 15, 2015

I'll Be Your Eyes: Grand Volcanique


I don't want to dwell on the terrorist attacks in Paris, but I can't help writing at least one more post on the subject. Specifically, I thought you might want to see some of the tributes laid down in front of the sites of the attacks and also in the nearby Place de la Republique -- a convenient, large plaza and a symbolic one; it's right there in the name.


Dec 9, 2015

Moving On. Moving In: Fine Fleur de Celles


So what does Paris look like when you're no longer smack dab in the middle of DisneyParis on Ile Saint Louis? Well, it looks like actual Paris. Both the good and the bad -- shops, bus stops, metro stations, markets, but also homeless people and the occasional garbage pile. It took a while to get from point A to point B: the feast in Paris may be moveable, but it's a pain in the ass to find a place to move it to and a hassle to get it there.

Dec 1, 2015

Nice Knockers: Dome Nature


One year, one psychologist appointment, one mammogram, one sonogram, one MRI, one genetic test, one genetic counselor meeting, and five doctors appointments later, I am finally given permission to do my second mastectomy in France. Considered purely preventative (in the sense that I am currently cancer-free), it took a lot of convincing the French powers that be that I am not insane, nor mutilating my body on a whim. Hallelujah!


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