9 September 2026
Window Wednesday
8 September 2026
Travel Tuesday
Eguisheim: medieval village built in concentric circles around a central castle
Charming / Historic:
3) Late September to Early October: late-ripening varieties like Riesling and Gewurztraminer are carefully picked by hand
7 September 2026
Monolith Monday
5 September 2026
Sitting pretty
4 September 2026
Foamy Friday
What can happen when you forget to say, "No foam please"!
Above: a café noisette gone wild at a Paris café
3 September 2026
Thoughtful Thursday
2 September 2026
Window Wednesday
1 September 2026
Table Tuesday
31 August 2026
Mona Monday
29 August 2026
Sit-down Saturday
28 August 2026
Fountain Friday
27 August 2026
Thoughtful Thursday
26 August 2026
Wheels Wednesday
Vintage blue… One cobblestone at a time.
Above: a Bugatti Type 35 (or high-quality replica) steals the scene
25 August 2026
Tête Tuesday
24 August 2026
Mocha Monday
22 August 2026
Saturday sizzle
August draws to a close, vacationers return, and so do Paris' vibrant open-air markets.
Above: rôtisserie in full swing w/spire of Notre-Dame reflected in the window
21 August 2026
Fashion Friday
20 August 2026
Thursday threesome
19 August 2026
Window Wednesday
Steinlen's black cat in a window, waiting.
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Théophile Alexandre Steinlen
(1859–1923)
18 August 2026
Tête-à-tête Tuesday
17 August 2026
Mocha Monday
The cup alone made this Japanese-inspired French pâtisserie-tea salon worth a linger.
Above: petal-kissed rhubarb tarte du jour
14 August 2026
Last days Calder
Rêver en équilibre / Dream in Balance
Ends Sunday August 16, 2026
8 August 2026
Scenic Saturday
Above: from the top of the village of Èze, one of the prettiest spots on the Côte d'Azur
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Bonnes Vacances
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7 August 2026
Floral Friday
6 August 2026
Thoughtful Thursday
5 August 2026
Window Wednesday
4 August 2026
Terrace Tuesday
3 August 2026
Market Monday
Pre-vacances load-up of apéro supplies at the Batignolles weekly organic market.
1 August 2026
Serene Saturday
It's August in Paris, when time slows.
Above: the luxury of bicyling through the city on empty streets
31 July 2026
Friday find
30 July 2026
Throwback Thursday
29 July 2026
Window Wednesday
Hugo on feeding the mind through books, Descartes on feeding the body to support the mind.
28 July 2026
Table Tuesday
27 July 2026
26 July 2026
Sunrise Sunday
Early birds get the best seats.
Above: the Tour de France is hours away but fans are already streaming up the butte
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25 July 2026
22 July 2026
Window Wednesday
20 July 2026
Monday magic
18 July 2026
Sit-down Saturday
17 July 2026
Frenchie Friday
Tell me you're French without telling me you're French.
Above: whatever the temperatures café life goes on
16 July 2026
Thirsty Thursday
The usual (and not so usual) suspects at a bar beneath a Montmartre stairway.
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The fan overhead whirred as Laurent leaned on the bar from a corner stool, his voice low and threatening.
"Where did you make the connection?" he asked in his clipped French accent. "I want names." Keyser, standing, a shortish man with a slight build, smiled faintly before letting out a weary sigh. His eyes drifted past Laurent's shoulder to the glowing wall of bottles behind the bar. Laurent tapped the record button on his phone.
"It started at the Saint James Hotel, here in Paris," Keyser said, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Captain Morgan brought me in. He introduced me to Eristoff, a slippery Russian fixer. William Lawson handled the clean documents, while Botran was the quiet one who made sure the shipments never saw daylight.
He continued. ”Later we met in a little place behind the Bastille. Basil Hayden was waiting in the back and passed me on to Redbreast, the drop man. Never said much - just got it done. Then there was Chartreuse. Knew everybody. Kept insisting I meet her friend Charette, but I never took the bait. Her brother, Diplomatico, was an ex-diplomat who smoothed over the international side. Mr. Banks looked after the money and kept everything flowing clean.
When things got too hot, we shifted the whole operation to the States. Zacapa set up the new route, while Buffalo Trace and Eagle Rare made sure everything crossed the border without a trace.”
Laurent’s eyes narrowed. “And the man at the top?" Keyser hesitated, his voice dropping to a low rasp. “Jose. Jose ran the whole operation.” He looked up, now his eyes narrowing. “You don’t cross Jose.”
Satisfied, Laurent told him to get lost. Keyser bolted out the door and was quickly swallowed into the crowd on the stairway, and out of sight.
Laurent had what he needed. Only then did he turn to the bartender for a drink. His eyes landed on a bottle straight ahead: Jose Cuervo, then slid slowly across the shelf… Saint James, Captain Morgan, Eristoff, William Lawson, Botran, Basil Hayden. Bottles of Redbreast, Chartreuse, Charette, Diplomatico, Mr. Banks, Zacapa, Buffalo Trace, Eagle Rare, nestled among better-known brands, jumped into his gaze.
The blood drained from his face as the full realization hit him like a freight train. By the time he spun toward the door, it was too late. Keyser had already vanished. - “The Usual Spirits” © Barbara Pasquet James

















































