This is a special LOVE edition of VivianSwiftBlog today because it was NINE YEARS ago today that Top Cat and I said I DO.
It was midnight in Las Vegas and Blue Suede Jumpsuit Elvis married us husband and wife. If I had known then what I know now, I would have [...]
Paris is not Nashville.
In Nashville, when people see you point a camera in their direction they do this:
I miss you, Nashville!
In Paris, when they see you point a camera in their directon, they do this:
Yeah, that’s a hairy eyeball.
And at my house, when you point a camera in the backyard, you get this:
I’m almost certain that most of you, dear readers, would hate to have me as a traveling companion.
I am not a “foodie” (a word I actually despise) so that means that if we were traveling together in Paris we would only drop into boulangeries for the moment or two in order to take reference photos [...]
This is how I started almost every day that I was in Paris these past two weeks:
I would go to my local cafe and have a nice little pot of tea with tartine (buttered baguette with jam) and plan my day’s outings with the aid of my outstanding booklet of detailed maps of Paris’ 20 [...]