April 13, 2020

It was only later, when my life was better than I could have dreamt, that I could see that all of the random-seeming routes I’d taken, the roads that led to failure, or despair, or regret, had been not been broken paths, but instead segments of a circle so large they a...

October 30, 2018

When I rented this apartment, I was thrilled that there was a washer in the kitchen, which is where lots of French people have their washers. I still don't know why. 

Gazing at its shiny plastic-encrusted door, I entertained visions of whistling La Marsellaise whil...

August 3, 2018

A foul combination of heat and jetlag woke me up at 4:30am. It was still dark out, and as I opened my shutters the partiers across the river were still singing The Marsellaise, as they'd been doing since 11pm.

When the sun came up at 5:05, they broke ranks and...

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