Is it really nearly spring? The calendar says March 1st, but the wet street and sullen grey sky out my window suggest otherwise. Fortunately, Paris has no shortage of cafes to shelter in when things get really dreary–and their numbers are growing. Boneshaker is doing a comforting coffee-and-donuts number in the 2nd arrondissement, while Mokonuts maintains a tight and tantalizing menu of Mediterranean-inspired dishes and luscious homemade cookies alongside its coffee and teas. The Left Bank is fast becoming a destination for coffee as well, with the opening of the delightful Bleu Olive and laid-back O Coffeeshop (two words: banana bread). Head over to Sprudge for the full story.
I was in New York a few months ago on my way to Michigan via D.C. and a funeral. It was a rare moment when I had absolutely nothing to do but wander and wonder. The leaves were turning and the sun was bright between cloudbursts. I’d been playing around with poetic forms and wrote this series of haiku after one satisfyingly uneventful day. I am easily overwhelmed by city’s movement; this exercise in observation was steadying.