Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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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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