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Paris for Dessert

My first planned trip to Paris was in my mid-20’s and I decided to take a vacation with a handful of friends. We drove to JFK Airport and got stuck in between the shuttle bus shifts in long-term parking. By the time we got to the gate, Air France had just closed the flight and gave our seats away. They had two seats left and two of our companions went. Three of us decided to go later and one went solo. Needless to say, this is the second Air France flight in my lifetime where I have “missed” a flight to Paris, but let’s just say this one had a happier ending and I went home with a belly full of food and wine fit for the finest connoisseurs. 😋  A few weeks ago, Air France had a promotion to give away invitations to a culinary dinner experience curated and prepared by venerable French chef Daniel Boulud and his teams at Feast & Fêtes and Restaurant Daniel. Two lucky guests would win a pair of …

Preface: Sonophilia

Next week in the hills outside of Salzburg, Austria, Sonophilia will be hosting its inaugural summer retreat in the secluded town of St. Jakob am Thurn in the Hallein district. Schloss St. Jakob am Thurn is a castle with tower dated back to the 12th or 13th century and part of the Count Plaz. With approximately 600 residents, St. Jakob am Thurn remains as true to its origins as when it was built in the hills of Salzburg. Kulturzentrum St. Jakob will be the home of the inaugural Sonophilia Retreat. I am looking forward to returning to Salzburg, the visit to St. Jakob am Thurn, and delighted about the invitation to attend Sonophilia. The hills will indeed be alive next week!

Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It 🇫🇷

A short essay from my personal memoirs from Paris in August 2008 for the 10th anniversary of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat Pray Love” anthology. If you would like to join me and be part of her anthology, you can submit an essay here: http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylovemademedoit/ On a warm summer’s day six years ago in the Left Bank of Paris, I awoke one morning nestled in a bed in a hotel on Rue Christine. An entire day ahead of me awaited with no particular agenda or tasks as I was on holiday. What a luxury it was as much as the bed in which I had slept in the night before. Not soon after, I left the hotel after getting dressed in search for a boulangerie on my way towards a FNAC so I could purchase an adapter for my phone which I had inconveniently left at home. I headed to La Poste to mail some postcards back home to friends in the States and a copy of the first-edition book of love letters (“Love Letters of Great Men“) as …