An empty red and white cross-hatched bistro chair–if you’re lucky enough to find one on the first sunny weekend by the canal, you’d know how I felt that pristine Saturday in late February. For visitors, this can be an impossible task, however, I live upstairs. In the cave, my gf and I like to joke,Continue reading “What It’s Actually Like to Live on Canal Saint-Martin in Paris”
The Parisian landscape is immersive yet alienating. Within reach, I could tap 15 people on the shoulder, but that wouldn’t be polite,
Marseille is one of those cities that make you dream—the Vieux Port, the Mediterranean, the lifestyle. It has all the qualities of paradise. A normal afternoon consists of a large terrace, a highball of chalk-yellow Pastis, a good book, salt water, sunshine, and maybe, the occasional rabble of passing tourists. C’est la base. But troubleContinue reading “Chaque Détail Compte: The Bowtie’s Guide to a Weekend in Marseille”
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”
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”
While the vibe may not be snoot-level 100 like the 15th or 16th arr., it is an uncompromising mix of casual and typical Paris.