Black Sheep at a Wine Bar
We ushered into the warm glow of a wine bar at around 10pm, shaking off the cold and squirming between bodies for a place at the counter. Slightly larger than a walk-in closet, the space was crowded with bottles and black sheep. Behind the counter, a man bent to...
Streets that Sing
The streets of Paris sang. I arrived on a bright afternoon and wandered with google maps gripped in one hand, my luggage in the other. It was a 45 minute walk to the attic Airbnb I’d booked for a five day solo trip. Having ridden the train in from Montpellier, a short...