The Bowtie’s Big Ass Guide to Every Neighbourhood in Paris: Jacques Bonsergent

Scene. Limpid water runs through, halving the quarter, with cafe’s, art galleries and bars on both banks. Bridges loop over Canal Saint Martin. Dangling limbs of deciduous trees and street art span down the length of the promenades. Narrow roads zigzag. Jagged corners cut from old stone buildings, and in between, long shadows, hidden passagesContinue reading “The Bowtie’s Big Ass Guide to Every Neighbourhood in Paris: Jacques Bonsergent”

The Bowtie’s Big Ass Guide to Every Neighbourhood in Paris: Denfert Rochereau

Lines seem to be a theme in Denfert Rochereau. You ascend the staircase, and just across the street is a line for the Catacombs. On the West side is a line for the ORLY Bus. To the Southwest, I’ve seen Cafe Oz have lines that intersect the line for the ORLY Bus. It’s almost aContinue reading “The Bowtie’s Big Ass Guide to Every Neighbourhood in Paris: Denfert Rochereau”

Letter from the Editor: Mental Health

October 2nd, 2018 Today, I had this thought. It’s overcast, a glum, fall day in Paris, only the first like this, and I’d been pinned to my mattress by the weather and the suffocating sensation of depression. I fell into a 2-hour waking dream where I confessed to an old, random acquaintance of mine thatContinue reading “Letter from the Editor: Mental Health”

Très Chic, Très Zen Bars: Des Prés Tapas in Montrouge

Listen. Tapas are Spanish, but the Spanish don’t just eat Tapas. Got it? One of my friends from Madrid reminded me of this cliché like…hmm..they only drink sangria, and dance Flamenca, and stay up gabbing until 4am, wait, no, that is a real thing. If anything, the Spanish rival the French in terms of tradition,Continue reading “Très Chic, Très Zen Bars: Des Prés Tapas in Montrouge”

7 Places Both Near and Far Enough from Porte D’Orleans for a Drink

There’s really no ‘scene’ in this part of Paris. It’s disappointing to me because, in contrast, the fringe of New York is where the scene begins. Porte D’Orleans, the place is synonymous with fringe, or Door of Orleans, or ‘how the hell did I end up here.’ Amidst the unending horizon of shady bar-tabacs, fast foodContinue reading “7 Places Both Near and Far Enough from Porte D’Orleans for a Drink”

The Bowtie’s Guide to Porte D’Orleans: A Sentimental Dump

The Southern gate of a wall destroyed in World War 1, Porte D’Orleans looks like it hasn’t gotten its act together since. For about a month and a half now, I’ve been living in Paris, and I’ve walked through this hub, maybe 100 times. It’s not a pretty place. I said it Paris, Porte D’OrleansContinue reading “The Bowtie’s Guide to Porte D’Orleans: A Sentimental Dump”