Four of us ventured out today.
Zahara stayed home because she wasn’t feeling well. She is officially three months into her sixteenth year, so, she was more excited to see us go, more than we were sad to leave her.
We boarded the M2 train at Colonel Fabien. It was crowded, we held on to…
Welcome to My Paris Journal : Day 9
I fed my family-of-five three meals for under 25 euros.
Ontonio and I had coffee on the balcony. Then we left for the market while the kids were still asleep.
The workers were fixing the front of the bistro Ontonio had coffee last week. On our way,…
Welcome to My Parisian Journal: Day 8
I think I got high off the fumes of weed and second-hand smoked at least five cigarettes.
I’ve also tracked almost 80,000 steps in a week... 30,000 more than my usual goal in the States. While there are things to admire about French culture, there are always…
Welcome to My Paris Journal : Day 7
I lived a dream, my friends.
I sauntered through a French market and feasted my eyes on things I’ve seen only in my dreams.
But before I did, I sat comfortably on the wrong side of the track. Then boarded a train going in the opposite direction…
Zuri and I went on a date. This is our first vacation together since she left for Spain and spent a semester in Tampa for college. I can’t believe she is 19 years- old and she is so in tune with her emotions, expectations, and has an extremely classy way of expressing herself.
On this…
Call us locals 😜
We made espresso at the apartment.
We held on to the same pole on the train:-)
Sometimes being brave is taking a train in a foreign country to places you’ve never been. Today, we were brave!!!
We crossed the Seine to capture this photo.
We took not one, but TWO trains to…