My job in marketing was supposed to be temporary, a stable passageway out of a bad relationship into a new life of independence. But it had been three years and the job had become the thing holding me back. The problem was, I had no idea what I wanted to do. So I did what any confused 27-year-old American in France does: I went to a sheep farm an hour outside of Paris for the weekend.
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It’s always a pleasure to meet people who are working to make Paris a more liveable city. It’s even better when I get to tell the world about it. Take a jaunt over to Sprudge and read about how Chris Fuller and Jacob Burke are supporting cyclists in Paris at La Chouette.
Photo: Kate Robinson
I was on a train somewhere in west Texas when the rain came. A smattering of droplets grew to a curtain that obscured the café car’s arching glass window as the Sunset Limited slowed to a stop. I looked up from my book in time to see the sky crack open. Where there had been slabs of fissured earth and pale dust, a web of frothy rivulets as dark as cinnamon and as moist as milk bled color into the ground.