The last of the wacky tycoons
What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears? - Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard [...]
Acts of service
I discovered it on a summer’s day, while at a yard sale in southwestern Paris. It was a red and [...]
A moveable diplomat
I saw a plaque across the street from a Starbucks, in the posh Parisian neighborhood of Saint-Philippe-du-Roule. The words on [...]
I Found Out
This is the first installment of a work in progress. The title is from a song by John Lennon. New [...]
Home away from home?
From the time I arrived in France, aged three, with an American passport and barely able to form a sentence [...]
Chronicle of Clignancourt
In April 2024, my university’s Palestine Committee, comprising (but not limited to) students, began to organize general assemblies (assemblées générales [...]
Flying feet
The toot of the Montmartre tourist train outside the window of my walkup apartment. The repetitions of La Vie en [...]
Lazare, come forth
My uncle, who has lived in New York for decades, has said of Paris: “If you can’t find anything interesting [...]
Third floor rhapsody
France Musique is one of my Paris radio stations of choice. Listening to it while in the city, as opposed [...]
Fragments of good things
Hello, pencil. Hello, notepad. The last time you two came together to write anything for this column was five months [...]
How many more?
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. • From Gustave Flaubert, the 19th century French [...]