Cliché, A Paris Love Story
Cliché, a Paris Love Story is a vignette by Lainey Harper, a writer who's living the dream.
Home in the Loire Valley: Unfamiliar Thoughts at Château de Détilly
It was a warm July morning when we first turned the key in the weathered wooden doors of Château de Détilly. I remember the silence—a silence so deep my own thoughts felt unfamiliar.
Return of the Marquis: Lafayette in America
Absurd, intriguing, irreverent, timely and occasionally historical, Lafayette is back – in the new series Lafayette in America, @lafayetteinamerica, on Instagram.
The Snow Goose Returns to Dunkirk
"Though I hadn’t reread The Snow Goose in many years, I realized that it had been a part of my life for more than 80 years. Yet I had never been to Dunkirk, even though it’s only about 180 miles northwest of Paris. I felt a sudden desire—no, a need—to go there."
A Brittany Tale: The Fright
Being alone on a boat at sea after a warm embrace on the quay carried with it the thrill of solitary freedom and possibility. I stood at the stern by the fluttering French flag watching Dinard fall away, then turned to Saint Malo with its central steeple poking out from the uniform mass of the town.
You know you live in Paris when… BHV Marais and the vocabulary of complaint
There’s no greater sign of your acculturation in Paris than seizing the right moment to râler (grouse, gripe, grumble) during an in-store complaint, while avoiding the emotional pitfalls and using the proper vocabulary.
The Potato Chronicles: Memories of Brittany
After several months in Finistère, Brittany, Francesca Cannan discovers the importance of potatoes to Breton chefs in a small café on a blustery winter day, the wind roaring in off the Atlantic.
Bastille Day, a Paris Vignette
Is it worth a 7-hour wait on the Champs de Mars to watch 14th of July (Bastille Day) fireworks at the Eiffel Tower in Paris? Watch and read this Paris vignette for one experienced point of view.
Toujours Maurice
Lyla Blake Ward, who previously wrote for France Revisited about her experiences in Paris in 1952, recalls the pleasure of seeing Maurice Chevalier perform twice then of meeting him in person in an indelible third encounter.