Last weekend, a Londoner turned pub tour guide. But back to the bookshop. With each stop and start along the shelves, I found myself picking up and then putting back different candidates for purchase. As a book lover who finds no joy in e-readers, I constantly struggle between bringing something new home and forcing myself to first finish the title sitting next to my bed. Or the book that is currently folded in between the layers of my duvet.

Saturday, July 10, 2010. I slept GREAT and stumbled out of bed to coffee and Kashi Crisp. The cereal was tasty, but for some reason, breakfast, although one of my favorite meals, can be hard to eat some days. Chewing and swallowing seems to become a job of its own. Whole wheat pasta peas 2 tsp olive oil salt pepper 2 tbsp parmesan cheese.

Saturday, December 20, 2014. Which is what I was doing when I walked onto the Metro platform at Cluny-La Sorbonne. The plan was simple - head to the right bank of the Seine vers. Place de la Concorde and gets some shots of the Eiffel. Then get down to the V. To meet some friends for dinner. With his hands spread apart to indicate just how grande. He thought my lens was. Now, at this point, I should back up.