Rants and reflections on baby boomer lifestyle, fashion, current events, and more . . . .
Considering my age and the nightmare involved with airports and international travelling these days, I’m thinking my trip in June to attend a writers’ retreat in Paris may have been my last trip abroad. It would be lovely if this proved to be wrong but as it becomes increasingly more difficult to negotiate the endless lineups, security checks, customs, flight delays, lost luggage, and other…
When my husband lost/misplaced his primary credit card twice in a two-week period I decided it was time to take action. If you have ever lost a credit card, or worse, had it stolen you know what a nightmare that can be. Apart from the threat of a stranger racking up thousands of dollars of expenditures on your card, your entire financial life has to…
Visiting Paris is an opportunity to savour some of the most wonderful food on the planet. When I visited for two weeks in early June, I made up my mind ahead of time that I was not going to deny myself any of their culinary treats and I followed through on that promise. I erased carb and calorie-counting entirely from my vocabulary and opened the…
This time for sure I’m going to resist the sirens’ call of cosmetics industry marketers. A couple of years ago I posted a piece about how many unused and unsuitable makeup and skincare products I had stashed in my bathroom cupboards that I finally purged to make room for more. It is soooo hard to not get sucked into “new and improved” or the marketers’…
There are streetwalkers and there are people who walk the streets, which I had the pleasure of doing for the first two weeks of June. Paris is an incredibly walkable city. Of course, it helps if you’re in shape and are wearing comfortable shoes, but getting around is easy on foot or with the help of convenient public transit. During my two-week stay at a…
Life below the streets of Paris is almost as fascinating as it is above, as evidenced by the Arts et Métiers Métro station (pictured above) which resembles a glistening copper cauldron. After purchasing a card loaded with ten trips (a carnet) and a quick tap and go at the turnstile on Paris public transit, I descended into the massive complex of tunnels and underground walkways….