New York is a city best seen from above; Paris is a city best seen on the streets. It's a city of winding cobblestone streets and crumbling facades, flower shops and classic bistros, perfectly planned gardens and windows full of intricate...
One of the reasons why I blog is simply to have the space to write: getting things “on paper” helps me to process my feelings and organize my thoughts. I also love having a record of my life over the past few years: a place that holds all of my...
In New York City, I'm always on the lookout for red: a lucky red door, the red I <3 NY logo, a burst of begonias in a window box. But in Paris, it seemed like blue was everywhere I looked: a bright blue door, a spattering of blue tile, graffiti...
I went on my very first international trip to Paris with my mom when I was 11 years old: I was completely enamored with pain au chocolats every morning, the Disney store on the Champs-Élysées and the view from the Eiffel Tower. Last week, I went to...
It's impossible to visit Charlottesville, Virginia without hearing about Thomas Jefferson--or Mr. Jefferson, as he's referred to by locals. Born and raised in Virginia, Jefferson inherited a large amount of land outside of Charlottesville in his 20s....