Many people hate them. Find them too anonymous, too cold, too much transit. I love them; hotel bars. I can sit there for hours, observing people, who are meeting, coming, kissing, and leaving. I always imagine who they are, the other guests. The one over...
Living in Paris is a state of mind. Every day is a mix of beauty, stress, good food, arrogance, traffic jams, films noir and the ever-flirting Frenchmen. It does something to the soul. The whole nerve system, I have discovered, is on chronic alert. Because...