I’ve been a want-to-be dancer my whole life. Over the years, I’ve taken everything from afro-dance to zumba, but never, have I EVER had the opportunity to dance the can-can. I knew nothing about what this class would entail, and they had no website. But how could I resist signing up? The only information I could find via Classpass reviews was that outfits were provided.

One thing I adore about France is that it lives up to the stereotypes one associates with it. You can always spot someone on the street carrying a long baguette tucked under their arm. You will pass passionate pairs of lovers intertwined on every bridge day or night. By noon people will be lunching outside, facing the street with glasses of wine and cigarettes. Due to the crepe stands on every coin, the air really does smell like warm Nutella most of the time, and no matter where you are, you can always find someone playing an accordion.

Where I Traveled: Paris I moved to Paris this month, and for the first entire month in the last ten years, I stayed put in one place. I did not pack a bag anywhere so I could soak up the fact that I live here. I have dreamed of living here since I was in […]

I opened the door to find a short, middle-aged man. Quel dommage.
I would not be falling in love tonight. 

He held a black, leather, doctor’s bag and had his stethoscope at the ready. So the doctor was not charming, but the whole notion was. As he pulled out an array of shiny, silver tools, I began to feel like I was in an old movie. Suddenly everything was in black and white, and I had the strangest desire to “talk like this, see,” and do something dramatic – like faint onto a settee.  Oh, France, I thought to myself, as he began his inspection, you even find a way to make being ill charming. 

In many ways, Parisians are just like New Yorkers. French people love pizza and avocado toast, complaining and cutting lines, wearing black and smoking. They know good art, and good food. But it seems in this way, we are vastly are different.

Long-haul travel can be a lot less painless if you pack your carry-on case with all of the essentials to stay comfortable, healthy, beautiful, and entertained. After a decade of travel, and more flights than I can count – I discovered the absolute essential things to travel with and how best to pack them.  What […]

There’s no city that you want to dress chicer for than Paris. But visting in the winter can be tricky. Though it rarely snows, Paris is cold, often rainy, and a little grey from January – April. So if you’re planning a winter trip – there are some essentials that should be in your suitcase […]

How much can change in just a year is truly crazy. My life is completely different. I feel completely different. In the last year I was crushed, and broken, and forced to pick up those pieces and find a way to put them back together. But as I did I realized they didn’t quite fit together perfectly anymore, and I had to build something new.

After hearing my woes after going on a few dates in Manhattan, my English best friend had a revelation over afternoon tea. (Clarity can apparently come from mass amounts of clotted cream.) I didn’t belong with an American man! I never could! I needed the kind of wit, and charm, and romance that only exists on my favorite continent: Europe. I needed to be with someone whose name I couldn’t pronounce and whose tiny village I’d probably visited.

I had been desperately missing France since I returned to America. I longed for everything about it – the food, the language, the romance. The mere sight of a French flag sent a pain to my heart! I tried restaurants and bakeries in New York, but they didn’t provide the feeling I was chasing. I thought I was doomed to live in sorrow until I could return in January! But here in Nolita, I knew I had found my little Paris