Panic set in. My bag was full. I was not high. There was nothing separating me from me. I felt like a little kid scared of monsters in the dark. But was I the monster?

The DIY food movement that swept America, à la Brooklyn and Portland, never made it to Paris, because Parisians are content to leave making sausages, cheese, and beer; raising chickens; and even baking macarons to the pros. Traditionally in France, people who became bread bakers or worked in butcher shops started working in their trades when they w

At a local café I wasn’t sure what to eat, no specific breakfast on the menu. Everything gets served almost together, they had no sense of timing. Anna continued her friendly banter, “my family have friends