Reputationally, a visit to Paris is rife with rudeness: the maitre d’hotel looking askance at you over the rooftops of his European-sourced eyeglasses, the apron-bedecked waiter ignoring your pleas for service, the elderly, compression-stockinged resident, baguette clenched firmly in hand, contemptuously turning her back as you ask for directions. The reputation is inaccurate. Paris is…
Month: April 2018
The Story of Our Passports: Why We Started Traveling
Steve and I made a deal when we married. We promised each other we would travel. We promised ourselves one major trip a year and then smaller short getaways throughout the year with the goal of traveling once each quarter, if possible. I know what you are thinking – you make promises, you have high…