Sometimes I get nostalgic for our old home in the thirteenth arrondissement of Paris. Now, I think I must be very specific here – I reflect back lovingly and sometimes longingly on the thirteenth (and maybe a bit of the fifth, but only a bit), but not Paris as a whole. Paris, like many other big,…
Tag: living abroad
Nostalgia Nouveau
This project will be an attempt to not only indulge in the hazy soft-edged memories that are distant enough to have shed all the bad and now are only remembered fondly.