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Issue No. 3, September 19, 2007
| Shadow on the City of Light |
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Splintered Definitive: Vélib
It's September 11th, I'm passing out of Gare du Nord, Paris' infamous and foreboding northern rail station, returning from the now splendidly irradiated expanses of Picardy. The time, 7.13pm, and I'm...
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| France vs. Catalina |
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The Promised Land of Sensuality
The “Promised Land” of sensuality: the third and final code to accessing French culture. Here we are at the final stop on our tour of the three “codes” needed to access Fre...
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| Tumbleweed |
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Okra
Okra: Jimmy doesn't eat his vegetables. In my years on the rails, I have shared accommodation with runaways and psychos, with heroes and villains, with hobos and hookers. For a time, I cohabitate...
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| French Tease |
 | Paris' Backyard
About ten years ago when I visited a friend living in the 15th, he brought me to the Jardin du Luxembourg and proclaimed “This is my backyard.” I remember thinking, gee, that took us 20 m...
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| Treading Perrier |
 | Et tu?
Et tu?: Isabel struggles with the basics, which aren't as basic as they seem. Although I work for an American investment bank, much of the staff are locals, so we use both English and French in th...
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| Outbound Train |
 | Sur le Pont d'Avignon
This week, let's dance on the bridge in Avignon, a lively art town surrounded by ramparts and lavender fields in Provence. A former seat of the pope, the town is now much more avant-garde college pa...
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| The Grub Hub |
 | Le Train Bleu
Le Train Bleu: Welcome to the Twilight Zone. I'm not sure why, though I suspect it's my hobo lack of class, but every restaurant that I seem to like in Paris is located in some terribly drab build...
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