Living and writing in Paris has provided no shortage of exceptional, memorable and even rare opportunities – chatting with my baking idol Dorie Greenspan over coffee, speaking on a food panel with David Lebovitz and Ann Mah, dining in the company of Colette co-founder Sarah Andelman at The Sporting Project dinner, and attending a private tasting at Fouquet with a group of writers I respect certainly come to mind.
But in truth, the simple fact that I can call Paris home is remarkable in its own right. Since my everyday isn’t peppered with views of iconic landmarks, it’s the infrequent moments before the Eiffel Tower or vélibing along the banks of the river while most of the city sleeps that heightens my overall experience. And this city is bubbling with magical moments – big and small – just waiting to be seized.
Hulking doors left ajar offer a glimpse into gardens and courtyards seldom seen. Bus detours lead passengers through delightfully unexpected neighborhoods. And superstars descend upon the Trocadéro for impromptu flash mobs. If serendipity is on your side, you might just walk into an unforgettable moment that will strengthen your connection to the city.
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