I’ve been wanting to do a post on Paris for ever. It’s my hometown after all, and although I have not lived there in almost 20 years (20!!), I know it inside out because I love it. And I hate it. Isn’t it always like this when we’re in love? Paris est tout petit pour […]

It was a dream I had carried from when I was a child, and we lived in Algeria. My parents had taken me to the Sahara in our white 1975 VW Beetle. We had shared a couscous with the bedouins. I must have been 4 or 5 years old as my brother was not even […]