Façonnable

"Aw gosh, do I have to wear this?" In truth, I need no coercion. Your correspondent is nothing but a slave to fashion, and here on the streets of the French capital I have many opportunities to buy, buy, buy until it's time to say goodbye.


Here is the bench on our cobblestone walk overlooking the Seine just outside the apartment door where JoeY enjoys the occasional moody cigar + stroll.

A local resident assured me that one can still see deep grooves in the stone from a Nazi gun emplacement sited here during the Occupation.

It doesn't matter if I'm on vacation or not, when JoeY says, "Hoopie, get cookin'!" I rattle those pots and pans.

The apartment's small but efficient kitchen features a compact stove and fridge, and that's plenty to whip up a quick omelet or a full course meal.