One of my favorite neighborhoods in Paris was Montmartre. Hilly, with the gorgeous Sacre Coeur glowing like a marble heart atop the hill and side streets crawling with boutique shops and restaurants, it was a neighborhood with a world-famous view. It was also the perfect setting to get lost in for a while immediately after surgery. My parents helped me move into a minuscule one-bedroom apartment with creaky floors from a friend of a friend. My mom shook her head while stirring rice porridge in the tiny Parisian kitchen with its ancient red-and-white-tiled floor. The living room was decorated with cozy artbooks and large wax candles bunched together in the fireplace. Plus, the bed was comfortable. I loved it.
C??tes Du Gr??an: A Short Update On Wine Time Wednesday
Yes that’s right, grape brothers and sisters. Another Wine Time Wednesday(TM) is upon us, which gives me an opportunity to briefly recap what has…