Lockdown in Paris: Day 26
Photo essay. After nearly a month, I’m tired of my view. Same buildings day after day. Same street. Same rooftops. Same windows. I bet you’re sick of my view, too. […]
Photo essay. After nearly a month, I’m tired of my view. Same buildings day after day. Same street. Same rooftops. Same windows. I bet you’re sick of my view, too. […]
I miss Paris. Currently, I’m confined in a small village called Sainte-Marguerite.* It’s a nice place, we have some modern conveniences like grocery stores, but no parks or restaurants to […]
After 24 days, I finally made another trip to the dreaded grocery store. Yes, I take my social distancing very seriously. Frequent trips to the store mean frequent exposure, and […]
Wednesdays are now Anything Goes Day. Each Wednesday I’m going to devote this space to something creative: an essay, poem, photos—whatever suits my fancy, and hopefully yours. This is something […]
Would you turn your neighbors into the police for violating the rules of confinement? That’s the question for today, one that troubles me. I’m thinking of reserving Tuesdays for discussing […]
Paris looks more like its normal self today. That is to say, it’s been raining. That’s fine with me; I’m nice and cozy inside my little flat, video chatting with […]
Palm Sunday. It’s is a glorious day, summery with bright sunshine. No mass for us in Paris—the church is not opened for service. Instead, I filled out the official form […]
The birds are chirping their little hearts out today. It’s another sunny, springlike day here in Paris. We’re spoiled for good weather. It’s not lost on us that we are […]
I don’t know about you, but I’ve lost weight since I’ve been in confinement. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m eating out less, and drinking […]
I wake each morning with a sense of dread. Oh God, we’re still in this thing. And I’m not alone. I’m reading on Facebook that people are not sleeping through […]
It’s April 1st already. Crazy how time flies when you’re…well…doing nothing. I’m going to refrain from April Fools jokes since we already seem to be the brunt of a pretty […]
We’ve reached the 15-day mark of our first planned national confinement here in France. They’ve extended it officially to mid-April. It’s too soon to tell if these measures are flattening […]
Yesterday, I sang. Well, more like my mouth opened up and out came a song, as if my body knew what it needed at that moment. What came out was […]
I suffer from FOMO. Fear Of Missing Out. I’m a homebody but I’m also very social, and that creates a sense of guilt, of FOMO, if I’m inside, especially if […]
Another sunny day in Paris. It has to be some kind of record. The air this morning smells of earth, of growing things, as if I am in the middle […]
Today, I broke down and dyed my roots. I have a strong gray streak on one side that started after 9/11, and kicked up after my mother died—and let’s just […]
How’s the compulsive cleaning going? Oh, you know who you are. You can’t control the virus but you can control the dust and microbes in your own home. Am I […]
So, I had a little meltdown on Facebook last night. The panic and negativity had reached a fever pitch on the toxic conveyor belt that is our Facebook newsfeed these […]
Silence. My street is usually very noisy for such a small lane. I’ve complained about it before. There’s a technical (was a music) school across the street, an elementary school […]
Coming up on week one of confinement here in Paris. Too early to get reliable data on the effects of this, but there is definitely a change in the city […]
What to do, what to do? Nowhere to go and all this time on your hands. My Facebook feed is filled with friends’ posts of cooking projects, spring cleaning, doing […]
I didn’t sleep so well last night. My head started spinning, my heart pounding. My new worry: the economy, and how much I have to lose. Yup, I broke all […]
A gorgeous day for a lockdown here in Paris. The sun is out; it’s warm. I have my windows open. Such a mood-booster. You have to embrace the good stuff […]
Here we are. Day 3, midday. Things are very quiet in Paris. The schools are all closed so there is an eery absence of the sound of children playing in […]
Catastrophist \ kə-ˈta-strə-fist \ noun One who imagines the worst-case scenario as something so completely horrific that it borders on the absurd. A catastrophist usually starts by asking, “Yeah, but […]
Hello, dear readers. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been spending a lot of time over at my new pet project Save the Paris Café. But here I am […]
I’ve known Gabrielle Luthy since she was my editor at Bonjour Paris, around 2003 or 2004. I was living in New York at the time; she in Paris. We finally […]
Imagine you’re in Paris, staying in an historic home in a charming local neighborhood. You’re writing every day in a café or garden, being inspired by the city. You’re meeting […]
A few days ago, I started to tidy up my Paris place to prepare for a visit from some New York friends. My apartment is only 258 square feet (24 […]
“Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!” Auntie Mame pronounces. “Live!” she urges her mousy assistant, Agnes Gooch. I’ve seen the film Auntie Mame about […]