PAris

  • Romance, Love, and a Creep with a Camera

    Admittedly, I’m such a creep when I travel. Since falling in love with Robert Doisneau’s 1950 “Le Baiser De L’Hotel De Ville” in the mid-90’s, I’ve become slightly obsessed with photographing romance and unsuspecting kissing couples. I found these lovers in Amsterdam and Paris while on Passport Required’s April Trip....
  • Maybe I’ll Go. Maybe I’ll Stay: A French Road Trip

    Our first night, we found ourselves so deep in conversation in a stranger’s living room in St. Tropez that we forgot to listen to J. Cole rap, “Roll up and smoke my sins away /
I’d like to go to St. Tropez / Maybe I’ll go, maybe I’ll stay
/ Maybe...
  • My Ten Mudda Pho-King Pho Spots!

    I’m in love with the pho bowl. Sriracha sauce! We got Sriracha sauce! It’s certainly no secret how much I absolutely love pho, a Vietnamese noodle soup consisting of broth, linguine-shaped rice noodles called bánh phở, a few herbs, and meat, primarily served with either beef or chicken. That...
  • Potbellied Travellers: For The Foodie Plane Gang Folks

    Paris, France American Ouais: 6 Rue Mabillon, Paris, France 75006 Paris. My stomach is often an iron tank, but French food is certainly its kryrptonite. When I heard about American Ouais from Brenda, a fellow globetrotter, it was the perfect solution to my problem. I had absolutely no idea...
  • Intersections & Second Chances & Good Food: Paris

    As a wanderer, I love getting lost. The way my heart beats when nothing around me is familiar is amazing. Strangers must become friends for a few minutes, and everything in sight becomes a tool that might be needed in the escape. After the ticket is purchased, I rarely...
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  • Dedicated To Robert Doisneau

      When I was 18 I saw this photo by Robert Doisneau of two lovers kissing by the Hotel De Ville in Paris: It’s been my favorite photo for years. Just the realness and rawness of it. I want to know who they are, what happened before and what...
  • Paris: My Culture Shock

    Bad customer service, attitude, a potential hair perfectly perched on the top of a french fry, and waiting at the end of a line of folks who haven’t seen their feet while standing in years is what happens when I go to McDonalds at home. but in France, I’m...