A few months ago, I let you all in on my dirty travel secret: I have no desire to do a RTW trip.
Am I allowed to change my mind? After reading The Lost Girls—a birthday gift from my mom, confirming that she sometimes knows what I want better than...
I do not come from a family of jam-makers. For me, jam is a souvenir: I buy pineapple or passionfruit jam in tiny shops in Maui upcountry, or fresh apple butter after a trip to Apple Hill. I’m intrigued by the homemade labels and unexpected fruit...
Rarely will I admit to being a spoiled only child, but there’s one thing that I did always take for granted: perfect Paris accommodations. Other than a monthlong stint in a dorm in the Thirteenth while studying at Alliance Française, Paris has...
I’m a sucker for black-and-white pictures of Paris and wedding photos. I can look at either one for hours, daydreaming of rendezvous in the most romantic city in the world and pretending that Taylor Swift songs really do come true.
So when I...
One of my favorite ways to spend a sunny day in Paris is in the Jardins de Luxembourg. All I need is the latest copy of French Elle, a refreshing (preferably pink) drink and a place to put up my feet. Obviously, I'm not the only one who thinks this...