Sitting at a tiny corner table with a view of the cobbled street enveloping us on each side, I looked across at my mother’s downturned face. She was fussing with the perfectly pressed cloth napkin in her lap, cleaning her glasses in preparation for reading the French menu in front of her for the last […]

It all began in 2002 when I turned 40. Some of you know the rest. Some of you don’t. But I have had a love affair with Paris and French arts and culture from as far back as I can remember. My mom knew that. And so, for my 40th birthday she took me there. […]