Sunday, Jan 18 - "In late autumn, when the slants of light incline towards melancholy, when the vegetable world is shadowed by decay,
and when I –- perversely and right on cue –- am full of bright cheer and boundless creativity, the temptation to drop in
on my favorite Paris cemetery is irresistible."
This month's Letter from Paris is dedicated to the brave journalists of Charlie Hebdo.
Friday, Jan 16 - Installment 13: Fred, the scavenger in Suite 62, on his daily round: "On the street, Fred hopped on his bike. As soon as he started pedaling, the wind and car exhaust in his face, he got the feeling. He was totally free! Free as a NYC pigeon. Neither rain nor snow could keep him off his bicycle, the best fastest and cheapest way to get around the city."