Your email updates, powered by FeedBlitz


Here are the FeedBlitz email updates for you. Click here to start your FREE subscription



The Bold Soul(tm) Blog by Lisa Taylor Huff, Copyright (C) 2005-2009

The Bold Soul™: A Writer's Life in Paris - 5 new articles

Le Procope

Le Procope is the oldest restaurant in Paris and dates to 1686. It boasts an illustrious clientele, including Benjamin Franklin, Victor Hugo, Voltaire, Balzac, Danton and even a young Lieutenant Napoleon. When I came to Paris in 2001 to celebrate my 40th (I'd always promised myself I would turn 40 in Paris - and I kept that promise) this is where I celebrated. My mom and I made our reservation the day before (by walking in and with me speaking my horrible high school French, but the maitre d' had the good grace NOT to scoff in my face although he may have snickered behind my back afterward), and when we arrived for our dinner, they seated us on the little upper level balcony! The service was wonderful and they really made my birthday extra special in every way possible. Then in 2007 during my first year living in Paris,...

 
    



Libération!

Imagine... imagine if Paris had never been liberated on this day, 70 years ago: August 25, 1944? Imagine if Hitler's decree that Paris should be burned to the ground had actually been carried out? Can you imagine a world without the beauty and history of Paris? I can't. Because if that Paris hadn't been liberated in '44, my Paris wouldn't exist, and I wouldn't be here now. Vive la France!

    


Dinner in the 17th century

The other night, a friend and I were wandering around Ile Saint Louis looking for someplace interesting to have dinner. We almost passed right by this place at first, but something made us stop and check out the menu. When we saw reasonably priced dishes (15-18€) and traditional French fare, we thought, well, why not? And then we got a look inside the place, and that decided us: This is "Aux Anysetiers Du Roy", a restaurant located in a 17th century building in the oldest part of Paris. Those ceiling beams are the real deal. Madame (the woman in white) is the patronne, and she bosses her husband around with a smile. (That's him in the royal blue sweater. He basically served, cleaned tables, and brought coffee.) The walls are painted stone. The tables are old wood and close together. The food was excellent - I had salmon with a...

    



Worst photo ever but it's still golden

Yesterday as I passed the just reopened Plaza Athenée hotel on über-chic Avenue Montaigne, I did a double-take. Because, you do that when there is a freaking GOLD LAMBORGHINI parked in front. So today I looked again, and there it was: shining like chrome only GOLD. Holy credit line, how rich do you have to be for a car like that to seem "normal"?

 
    


Wishing I were there

Here's how my transition (from vacation to reality) went today: Survived the train from hell by sticking my nose in my Kindle book and then spending the last half-hour in the bar car. You know, for medicinal purposes only. Managed to be the first in the taxi queue, so clearly the Universe was trying to apologize for 4 hours and 45 minutes of screeching baby and stinky fellow travelers. Got home by 5pm, found the house relatively clean and intact, except that the Olders left some stinky garbage in the trash can instead of taking it out; I could have done without that after the train from hell. Did a load of laundry. Folded the clean dry sheets La Fille left me for the rental apartment. Food shopped for myself for the week (now how did that pint of Ben & Jerry's get into my shopping bag?) Watched Mamma Mia...

    



More Recent Articles



Click here to safely unsubscribe from "The Bold Soul™: A Writer's Life in Paris." Click here to view mailing archives, here to change your preferences, or here to subscribePrivacy