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A Baker’s Dozen

If I were a bird, and could peer down upon this city from above, the tiny streets of Saint-Germain-de-pres would look to be an empty maze of tall, old Parisian appartements. But beneath the eaves and behind the time worn doors thrives another world. I walk through the winding streets, each seemingly identical, and yet […]

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Homemade soupĀ 

I stared at the calendar this morning. October, in clear dark letters stared back at me. It really shouldn’t have been such a shock, the months are in the same order every year after all. The leaves have started to turn in Paris, the rain is relentless in the most romantic way, and I’ve pulled […]

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