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Halloween 1995, Batman and me
My history is littered with Halloween fails. Before I became a mother the question of what I was going to be for Halloween terrified me.


1958:  Halloween on a blazing hot afternoon in Tripoli, Libya. Age 5 All the military brats from Wheelus Air Force base were going to a Halloween party in an airplane hangar just outside Tripoli. Lots of civilian kids—mostly Brits and Yanks—whose parents worked on the base in various capacities were invited which meant my brother and I got to go too. Our dad, who spoke Arabic fluently and had been with British Intelligence during the war, had something to do with managing the PX on the base. My brother went dressed as a hobo, his cheeks smeared grey by my mother with a piece of burnt cork, while his friend, the older boy who lived next door, dressed up as a woman—a pillow stuck down his sweater shaped into clownish balloon-sized breasts and big red sticky lips. I went as Minnie Mouse in a cheap, cellophane-thin, store-bough…

Dreaming of France: Evening in Paris

When we were in Paris this past May we stayed in the Saint Germain des Pris at the weirdly named Welcome Hotel. Despite the generic moniker—which to my mind sounds like a youth hostel with cots, bathrooms in the hall and community rooms with pingpong tables and tvs—the hotel was charming, clean & comfortable. 

It was small but super affordable and in an fantastic location, just a couple of blocks from Les Deux Magots, Cafe Flore and Brasserie Lipp, the places Hemingway and all the other expatriot glitteratis hung out, along with artists like Picasso and intellectuals like Jean Paul Sartre, Simone de Bouvoir and Camus. John Dos Passos, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein. All the folks we saw in Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris.

We could have taken the metro which was also just two blocks from our hotel but since we were a ten minute walk from the Seine, we decided to spend our first night taking a nice long walk along the river, all the way to the Eiffel Tower. It took about an hour but every stunning vista was worth each and every step. Here are some of my favorite pictures from that evening in Paris. I know I'm gushing but I really can't think of a place more extraordinarily beautiful, especially after the sun goes down.




This week I'm joining Paulita's Dreaming of France meme

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  1. You know you're preaching to the choir with me. I'm entranced by Paris too. We ate dinner at a restaurant where Hemingway hung out and it was included in the movie Midnight in Paris. We also passed by the laundry mat which was featured when he Gil tried to return to the bar. And we waited on the Pont Alexandre for the sun to go down so we could see the bridge's lights flicker on. Thanks for playing along with Dreaming of France. Here’s my Dreaming of France meme

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    1. Was it the Rotunde? Or Maxims? I didn't get to either so I definitely have to go back. Drat!

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  2. Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I never get tired of beautiful photographs and I love cities

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    1. Thanks! So glad you stopped by.

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