Monthly Archives: January 2015

Recent Reads: How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are

How to Be Parisian

I am forever trekking through a strange sort of literary labyrinth. I don’t really know how I pick a new book to read once I’ve finished another one. I do have about a hundred books in my ever-growing “to read” pile, and despite my bursting bookshelves, I still can’t resist buying even more books whenever I come across one that piques my interest.

I think I chanced upon How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are on Instagram. Instagram is my favorite social media outlet. It’s my happy place. I pretty much exclusively follow Parisians, food bloggers, and, best of all, Parisian food bloggers. I also follow a handful of New Yorkers and some travel photographers whose shots of jaw-droppingly gorgeous landscapes make me seethe with jealousy and hate my life (okay, I’m exaggerating . . . but only a little).

Anyway, yes, I believe I discovered this book on Instagram and I’m so glad I did. It’s the sort of book that you can finish over the course of a lazy afternoon with nothing but a bottle of rosé and Edith Piaf crooning in the background to keep you company. It’s an easy read and it’s not meant to be taken seriously—unless you’re like me and you truly do wear head-to-toe black, even in the middle of July, and you drink too much red wine and hate working out and you don’t believe that age is a good enough excuse to go to bed early. In that case, behold, your new Bible. More

New Year, New York

Les HallesAfter leaving Boston by train, we arrived at New York’s Penn Station (I’ve only ever arrived at Grand Central and was disappointed to learn that Penn Station is nearly as grand) just after dark. Since we had our luggage with us, it was easier to grab a cab than to take the subway to our hotel, though we’re normally avid subway travelers. Yes, it’s usually dirty and noisy and it’s forever running late, and don’t even get me started on the Peruvian flute bands, but it’s usually cheaper than cabbing it and, if nothing else, the passengers make for an entertaining cast of characters. More

Moonlight in Vermont

Moonlight in VermontPhoto courtesy of Kiera Slye Photography

For the past six years, my husband and I have made a tradition of taking a trip for New Year’s. Really it started more than a decade ago, the year we started dating. We drove from Texas to New York City to ring in 2004 and we stood in Times Square for six hours in sub-freezing temperatures to watch the ball drop from eight blocks away. We’d never been to New York before and had no concept of the lay of the land, so we naïvely booked a hotel on the New Jersey side of the George Washington Bridge. Do you know how hard it is to get a cab to take you to New Jersey at 1 a.m. on New Year’s?

Since then we’ve become infinitely more savvy travelers, and our subsequent New Year’s trips have gotten better and better:

  • 2010: Italy
  • 2011: Spain and France
  • 2012: Switzerland
  • 2013: Estes Park, Colorado and Jackson Hole, Wyoming
  • 2014: Crested Butte, Colorado

This year we mulled over several destinations and eventually decided to split our time between New England and New York. We would fly into Boston, drive up to Vermont and spend two days in Woodstock, then we’d take the train from Boston to New York and spend New Year’s Eve in the city (not in Times Square this time, and we wouldn’t be staying in New Jersey). More