Stories

Google just sent me an email out of the blue: Your photos reached a new record on Google Maps! When I went to a little Chinese restaurant in the Colonel Fabien area in Paris. It was another rainy day (yes, there were many this trip), so I was the only Read more…

I’ve heard stories from several people in the United States about “the rude shopkeepers in Paris.” These stories confuse me. Of course, everyone knows I’m truly enchanted with the city, the history, the language, and the people. I think Americans should try not being gruff and grouchy. Be friendly. They Read more…

When I go to Paris, I’m going to be sure to find my photogenic artist. This time, I’m going to look at his work. Eventually, I’m going to get a picture from him. That’s my goal. My immediate goal is to get another good picture.

I’m in a cafe, and I dropped my fork. I put it on the table crooked: The waiter, after taking an order right behind me, nonchalantly and probably out of habit, just quickly straightened the fork and flipped it upright. He didn’t even slow down his very fast pace. It Read more…