Sunday, 30th October 2016

Petite Fiction: The Egg Roll in Paris

Outside her apartment window, Paris slipped into its evening sparkle. Inside, Anna eased the dough from the bowl onto her marble countertop. She tucked and rolled with her fingers and palms and then stretched it…

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Saturday, 21st May 2016

Snapshot #5 Memories

Memories of Paris come to me like a slideshow through one of those goofy View-Masters. There’s the Pyramid at the Louvre. Click. The Eiffel. Click. The Mona Lisa. Click. Shakespeare and Company. Click. So on….

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Saturday, 23rd April 2016

Petite Fiction: Walking

Anna walked the winding streets of Montmartre, passing slowly by the artists to admire their landscapes and portraits on canvas. Her phone rang. Jacques again. She sent it to voicemail. She wanted to think about…

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Saturday, 9th April 2016

Snapshot #4 Newsbreak

At some point in your life, if not more than once, you ask yourself: how in the world did I get here? I think about my first meeting with Paris at a time in my…

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Saturday, 26th March 2016

Snapshot #3 Night Walk

Snapshot #3 After dinner, Sarah and I walk aimlessly around Paris. We’re both satisfied from our meals so I don’t know if our silence is because of the lethargy from the curry or it’s just…

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Saturday, 12th March 2016
Anna and Jacques walk along the Seine...

Petite Fiction: The Seine

They walked along the Seine. At first, during their initial meetings, they talked a lot – learning the who, what, when, where, why, and how of each other’s lives. After almost two months of sitting…

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Saturday, 5th March 2016

Snapshot #2 Hurry, Curry

“Oh come on Audrey! You’re in Paris! What could possibly be wrong?” Sarah says. Her long exasperated exhales turn into fog in the cold air. Oh boy. I have to think quickly. I can’t have…

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Tuesday, 16th February 2016
A Paris Memory

Snapshot #1 The Argument

Here’s what I remember about Paris: the argument. Of course, I have many other memories, but this recollection is very clear. It is night and it is cold and I am under the Eiffel burning…

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Saturday, 6th February 2016
Anna takes a chance and meets up with Jacques at a cafe in Paris...

Petite Fiction: Coffee Break

“Are you a murderer?” Anna asked. She stood in front of him, the café table between them. “No mademoiselle,” Jacques said as he looked up at her from his seat. “I see,” Anna said as…

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Saturday, 30th January 2016
Anna leaves her baggage at the airport...

Petite Fiction: Airport

There were three men at the airport. The man Anna was supposed to marry, the man who wanted to marry her, and the man who was a friend but wanted to be more than that….

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Saturday, 9th January 2016
The cubicle felt cold. Even her teacup and the ...

Petite Fiction: Breaking Free

The cubicle felt cold. Even her teacup and the small vase of pink miniature roses didn’t improve the ambiance. Grey is a pleasant and warm color in Parisian flats. Grey is an atrocious color in…

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Thursday, 31st December 2015
Experience Paris as a Writer

Experiencing Paris as a Writer

Shakespeare and Company in Paris is a pilgrimage for many writers. This bookstore, located at 37 rue de la Bûcherie in the 5th arrondissement, was founded in 1951 by George Whitman as a tribute to…

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Tuesday, 29th December 2015

Connecting Abandoned Photos from Paris

Andrew Goddard and James Bennett share two loves. Both men love everything French and both men love photographs of people – especially images that were destroyed and left behind in Paris. About two decades ago,…

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