What does it take to go the distance? A marriage made in…France. “Just add three letters to Paris and you have paradise.” – Jules Renard The family Dubois of Avenue Foch are French. That is to say, the family Dubois are different. In an age when...
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner…Never Again Madame P. is coming to dinner. A real American meal is on the menu and Madame P. has never been to America. This lifelong Marseille housewife is as pure a product of Provence as hot sun, a blaze of blue sky, and the...
Afterward when travelers to Paris talk – and they do – much is sometimes made of the city’s saleswomen. Polished to a gloss and presiding within the chic boutiques of Avenue Montaigne, or windswept, stoic and cold behind the winter apple display of an outdoor market,...
“You’re a doormat,” says Kristin, the hypnotherapist. I perch, pathetic, on the edge of her soft, green sofa. The sofa sags from the weight of the woe I and countless hypnotherapees before me have brought to Kristin’s office for healing. “You’re afraid to say the word...
Bazaar Hôtel de Ville In the bed department of Bazaar Hôtel de Ville, Mademoiselle in charge of duvets pulls a particularly puffy one from the display of every weight – summer, autumn, Arctic – and offers a feel to Dad. Mom, meanwhile, sits weary and collapsed...
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