Revivaldreams

Running errands one sunny afternoon, I came across a sign I had not yet seen here in Paris, “Frozen Yogurt”. Not only have I not tasted, nor even thought of frozen...

One of the first culture shocks I experienced when moving to Paris was the, “where’s the rest of it” experience. This question came with every drink, coffee and breakfast I ordered....

Velvet rope, security and an overflowing line packed with anxiously waiting onlookers, is what I encountered on my way to take the train one day at Saint Lazare station. What could...