Last night, I hosted a dinner party. The white taper candles were lit. The vintage crockery was out. I uncorked a bottle of red wine and set it on the table. “Sparkle and Shine”—my festive Guests-Are-Over playlist served as a soft soundtrack. I’d thrown on a silk dress purchased...
Supporting Black-owned businesses in Paris is one easy way to put your money where your mouth is—especially when these entrepreneurs are offering up tasty plates, chic styles, and meaningful spaces.
I’m unabashedly passionate about cafés. Spend five minutes with me, and you’ll know I thrive on the buzz of a good flat white in the company of perfect strangers. If you live with a pet, you too will know the perpetual distraction of trying to work with soft paws batting at your ankles...
As a self-proclaimed vintage aficionado, I love trawling flea markets for old school treasures. Moving to Paris didn’t end the obsession—rather, it gave me access to even older finds.
Who would travel all the way to Paris to eat American fare?! For expats, however, there are moments when a warm baguette and baked camembert just won’t cut it. The only solution is BBQ, STAT.
Spring is springing! Daffodil season is finally here! I’ve always loved daffodils—or jonquilles, en français—for the irrepressible joy they bring with them.
Open since 1999, 0fr. is a bookshop, art gallery, publisher, and project midwife. With “diffuser, distribuer, soutenir la créativité” as their credo, there’s not much they won’t do.
It’s an old adage, but supposedly, the way you spend New Year’s Eve sets the tone for the new year.
I’ve moaned about the size of Parisian apartments before, but when you live in a shoebox, where on earth are you supposed to put a Christmas tree?!
Summer has arrived. The elegant ladies of Jardin du Palais Royal have declared it so.