Category: Paris Olympics

I’m currently seated at a quintessential Parisian cafe, one of thousands in the city, one with small round tables lined up along the sidewalk, wicker chairs, seats facing out as to enable top-quality people watching. It’s Wednesday and it’s the rare morning that I’m not off to an Olympic event, backpack in tow, joining the […]

I’m officially Paris bound. It’s early morning in Bavaria. The train attendant just scanned the ticket on my phone, and I’m finishing off a croissant and Caffè crema I bought 20 minutes ago after leaving Munich. There’s a fog hanging over the wheat fields out my window. The sun has yet to come up. The […]