We aren’t big shoppers. We don’t have a lot of stuff. When we travel we like to bring home reminders of a different kind. We collect receipts, train tickets, bottle tops, basically anything that we get along the way. When we get home it becomes a collage. Below are some examples.
This one is from our most recent trip to Morocco ..read more
On the morning of our last day, we felt the tightness in our stomachs, the sadness of the coming end. To escape it, we took a metro ride to the north of Paris for the Saturday flea market. The streets around the station are lined with hawkers trying to move knock off Gucci watches, cheap sunglasses, and train tickets. This ..read more
A good way to start the day is by having tea in the garden of the Paris Mosque. A gruff man drops glasses of sweet, mint tea on your table. In the next room, there’s a pastry case. They burn incense in the bathrooms. Tea, pastries, incense. That’s all you really need.
After tea, we stumbled upon a narrow climbing alleyway filled ..read more
We’ve been living the good life in Paris for two days now. Our heads were too full of dreaminess to send out an update yesterday. Or maybe it’s that our hands were too full of macaroons to type. That happens sometimes. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.
We’re living in a man named Jean-Albert’s studio apartment in a neighborhood called le ..read more
