It is not for nothing the attacks of Friday, November 13th, took place in the neighborhoods around République where Parisians gather to demonstrate whenever they…
What can I say but that I run the most fabulous, bijou literary salon in Paris. It’s just a fact. But the brag is hardly…
It is a great privilege to share art critic Lyle Rexer’s brilliant interview with Juan Alonso, a novelist whose work I’ve admired for years. Why…
Mme du Châtelet Productions debuted Saturday, January 31st, with its first edition of the Salon, held in my candlelit home with some thirty people in attendance. …
Oddities, Curiosities, Louvuhs, Lady Enjoy… ****Louvah (loov-uh), n. – an American undergrad studying art and polyperversity in Paris, predominately stationed in the Louvre Museum and…
“Gratitude. Have you filled your tank up on it? There are many reasons to do so. After all, it is free and ecological. It will…
Holy Week just kicked off today with Palm Sunday and a procession led by Père Boyardee down the rue Palestine. I declined on joining the…
Friends. Something about this precocious Parisian spring, rich in creative impulse, has made me unearth my Apron Manifesto and post it here, once again. …
Friends! First of all, I report with relief that Afghanistan President Karzai did veto the law I wrote about in my last post. In a…
While most Parisians were Saint Sebastian-ing the onslaught of bows Cupid shot off at sunrise, I had my nose in a troubling article in…