la culture populaire for the couch potato: lessons in french tv

I can’t stand advertisements. I don’t like being told what to tell my doctor. I roll my eyes at deus ex machina plot lines and groan at laugh tracks. I am a TV cynic. It’s nothing noble. It’s just that I would really really really rather read. I am grateful that my parents encouraged the habit. From the age of seven, when I stammered out … Continue reading la culture populaire for the couch potato: lessons in french tv

mediterranean magic: a walk around monaco

Monaco sparkles. That is my first impression, both times I’ve visited. Passing from the dark train tunnel and into the light, I see a scrubbed-clean city, feel the sun on my shoulders, and hear the many proud flags whipping in the breeze, the red and white color block stark against the blue sky. These are, of course, the impressions of a mere visitor to this independent … Continue reading mediterranean magic: a walk around monaco

shoebox in paris

Thoreau said, “I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”   It’s a fair sentiment, though with my budget, I’m more likely to be crowded on a pumpkin. Using AirBnb, the glorious startup that connects travelers with private homeowners in the perfect meeting of supply and demand, I’ve had the comfort of a … Continue reading shoebox in paris