Curling around my feet, the steam-wraith from a noxious Paris metro grate. A February drizzle taps my shoulders, dots my scarf, and makes the plastic-wrapped, heat-lamped sidewalk dining areas of…
Month: <span>February 2011</span>
I’ve never been a big pink and white, hearts and doodles, candy and chocolate kind of gal. Well, I’ll keep the candy and chocolate. But otherwise, Valentine’s Day for me…