I am sitting in a chair in the waiting room of Doc Martin's surgery, staring at the dreary floral wallpaper. It's in the room next to Mrs. Tishell's pharmacy with its light blue cupboards labeled for latex gloves and gauze pads. Next to it is the Doc's kitchen, although no...
(4) Comments | Posted June 15, 2012 | 7:00 AM
A few months ago, over the holidays, I rented an apartment in Paris that looked, as a friend put it, "like a stage set for La Traviata."
It was on the "second floor," or what we'd call the third in the U.S., of an old mansion, the floor with the...
(0) Comments | Posted May 31, 2012 | 7:15 AM
I'm sitting in the main reading room of Paris' Bibliotheque Historique, at a green leather-topped desk under painted wooden beams that have been holding up the soaring ceiling for hundreds of years. I am listening to another French institution, the chanteuse Juliette Greco, be interviewed; it's part of the library's...
(1) Comments | Posted June 19, 2012 | 7:00 AM