Paris: The B Side

I never tire of this city. Each time is like the first time. Every time the train pulls into Gare du Nord, I feel my stomach do light flip flops in echoes of the heavier ones they did eight years ago when I got off that Eurolines bus from Leuven. And each time I drop … Continue reading

Citizens of An Underground Nation I

I confess. I love the Underground. Yes, the Tube of thee I sing in a way I cannot of the New York subway or Paris’ not so romantic Metro or the laughably brief journey into darkness those proud Italians have named Metro Roma. Though any city which holds the unofficial title of  “Old as Dirt” … Continue reading