THE PERFECT CROISSANT

I am forever on a quest of finding the most perfectly flavored foods to eat. Mostly everyone I come in contact with is aware of this little fact. So, it would stand to reason that someone would eventually give away a locals' trade secret, by whispering into my ear that there is a boulangerie in the 7^th arron-

THE COLOR OF MONEY

Most Americans know better than to ask their friends how much money they earn or to ask how much was spent on a large ticket item like a house. It is considered uncouth for us to be so nosy. The French, on the other hand, take the subject of money to a whole new level. Simply bringing up

THE SEX-STARVED WOMAN’S GUIDE TO PARIS

(co-authored with Marion Fiore)

After reading my article A Little Sex to Marion, she commented on how I should have added that the gelato at Amarino’s is orgasmic. It’s funny because I used that very word after tasting it for the first time myself. But alas, while being true, I had already finished my article about Amarino Gelati

A LITTLE SEX

On one of my soujourns to Paris I sat at a cafe with my favorite book.  Planning on absorbing myself in the prose of the latest author I was reading, I got a little sidelined.  I couldn't help but overhear the ladies seated next to me. My book would have to wait, as I watched the scene play out.

Les Differences Culturelles

Yesterday I stopped at a corner traffic light waiting for it to turn green. Standing next to a family of three, I noticed that the father and teenage son were rambunctiously flailing their hands in the air, only to be discouraged each and every time an empty cab drove by.

MMM, GELATO!

The first time I tried Italian gelato I was visiting Rome and was blown away by its taste. Even in the cold of winter I had to stop off to get my scoop for the day. American gelato simply does not hold a candle to the original Italian. While Americans may not be able to find a comparable gelato at