Quick Background

For a little background, I am sitting at a big desk, which also serves as our dinning room table, in a lovely apartment in a fantastic neighborhood, in Paris, France. As an American it is not all that unique to be living (or trying to live) here in Paris, but it is never a city I thought I would be end up living again after my 6-month study abroad experience many, many years ago. How did I get here in the first place after living in NYC for 10+ years?

A quick snapshot: a country in Africa, big art event, cute artist, flirtation, youssou n’dour, lots of air miles, lots of thought, bored at work, a little money in the bank, subletting helps, and away we go...

Paris is full of contrasts- like so many cities- but Paris is a little steeped in its own history, like an overbearing parent or dominating boss, the history and glory of Paris weighs down its ability to be fresh or better, edgy, which is why so many younger people have gone to Barcelona, London, NYC, San Francisco to start a business or explore their creativity. There are of course, plenty of amazing and inspiring things here and I am not in the business of giving a sociological analysis of the city...and in any event, Paris will always be incredible Paris, a lonely/lovely/old fashioned/ elegant/sexy/stodgy city, and it is from here that the journey begins...