Sunday in Paris is special. One sees a lightheartedness, a disposition to play, that is not visible on regular days.
Traffic is seriously diminished for one thing. 1,757 more words
Owl is my word for the year. She chose me. Soulstrolling the streets of Paris last week, Owl appeared often: hanging as a backpack in the shop window on Rue Mouffetard, on a magnet in a tourist shop, at the Brocante Antique fair outside Paris (Foire de Chatou), and peering out through an art gallery window. 205 more words