Here’s a simple three-step experiment that anyone can do in the comfort of their own home: Step 1: Go to Paris. Step 2: Throw a rock. Step 3: See what you hit. And here’s the answer: you will hit a … Read More
A week ago I posted a photo of a French (I repeat: French) magazine entitled “Oh My Mag.” For those who prize and appreciate the French language, that by itself is offensive enough, but in fact it’s only the tip … Read More
As I seem never to tire of pointing out, English business names, most of them terrible, are becoming more and more common in France every day. I’ve written some two dozen articles lamenting this trend and still, for some reason, … Read More
Editor’s note: This piece was first published in Paris Update in November 2016, but Thanksgiving is forever, and so is David’s origin story, so here it is again. Every year on Thanksgiving, I make a big fire in the living … Read More
A new restaurant just opened in Paris. I realize that I could make that same seven-word statement every 15 minutes 24/7 without fear of being wrong, but this one has something that the city’s other restaurants don’t. Or rather it … Read More
A couple of weeks ago I posted a photo of a Paris restaurant that says it makes tacos but fails to back up that claim in the images on its facade. This week, for the benefit of anyone who might … Read More
It’s being hailed as a major breakthrough. A team of French researchers, now considered shoo-ins for next year’s Nobel Prize in Physics, have discovered the only force in the universe more powerful than the inescapable gravity of a black hole: … Read More
The photo here shows the Hall 1 boarding area of Gare de Lyon, Paris’s main station for trains heading south. Notice anything? Actually, I’m sure you don’t, because the photo’s too small. Have a look at these closeups of the … Read More
I had an interesting experience at a checkout counter last week. I stopped by a convenience store on my way to work to get a bag of what in the United States is called trail mix and what in France … Read More
Many years ago, back in the United States, I had a housemate who would make what he called “pizza” by arranging slices of white bread on a baking sheet, pouring ketchup over them and topping it with hot dog slices … Read More
