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…
A. BOMB. IN. PARIS. The news came as I stirred blueberries, white wine, and sugar into a syrup for the bread pudding baking in the oven. Just last night, Zahara joined me in the kitchen. She broke the baguette into pieces as I mixed the custard. Now, she is sitting in the living room, announcing…
You know that saying: “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey?” I lived that maxim today. We left the apartment for Monument à la République, however, the three-mile journey unveiled treasures I did not foresee. At the Jardin Villemin, a group of young students, dressed in white, practiced their gold instruments, giving a sense that…
For the past of two days, I’ve encountered the question, What’s Next? four times, in various ways. Of course, this is not the first time I’m hearing these words together or separately, but this is the first time the question stood like a peacock in my mind opening it glorious feathers spreading its ornamental blue,…
I was strolling through an antique shop a few weeks back when I spotted a tiny book — the size of my palm— on the shelf of a dollhouse. The title— The Embrace— caught my eyes and I pulled the tiny book from the shelf with my fingers. I flipped to a random page and…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica