On Thursday, I attended a poetry reading about the photography of painters.  The Phillips Collection, one of Washington’s leading art museums, is currently showing an exhibit focusing on 19th Century post-impressionist artists’ use of the then-newly-invented Kodak camera. (The Post reviewed it here.)  I found it fascinating.  The photographs gave almost magical glimpses into a long-lost world […]

Now all I need is a tweed jacket and a time machine.  Thanks, Amanda!

I’m worried about my shamrock. It’s actually an oxalis, not a shamrock, but it’s been in the family since before I was born and we’ve always called it a shamrock.  And this shamrock has weathered many a trial:  from kids to cats to cross country moves and excessively hard water, this plant has been through it all.  […]

is that it’s like having a little radio receiver activated in your head that can pick up signals that had always registered as white noise before.  You forget it’s on, and sometimes it’s quiet because there’s nothing to pick up, but then you pick up a signal and you realize that you’re tuned into a whole […]

After the Rodin Museum, we had lunch at a Moroccan restaurant on the other side of Les Invalides.  The couscous was fine but not outstanding (which is unfortunate, because I love a good couscous).  Fortunately, I got the merguez, which was tasty enough; Amanda, I think, was disappointed with her lamb — but the restaurant […]

On the balcony of our hotel room — photo courtesy of Amanda.

Just landed – on the RER toward our hotel.

Today, between travel preparations and choir concerts, I baked a cake.  I’d decided that after years of hearing about the Davis family chocolate cake, Amanda finally should have a chance to see if it lives up to the hype.  We have less than 24 hours to finish it.  Yum!