Daydreaming has been a big pastime for me these days. It's springtime in central California - the weather is gorgeous - and I am homesick. So I daydream about shopping on Rue de Commerce. I daydream of a Steak Tartare at the friendly Café du 15eme around the corner. I daydream about the Farmer's Market on Sunday mornings underneath the metro line at La Motte Piquet-Grenelle. I daydream because it makes me feel at home."Home" is our uncommon
Parisian quartier that has managed to maintain it's
original village charm while the rest of
Paris was busy changing.