By Wendy

October settles in, the sun sets earlier and there is a chill in the air, and for some reason the atmosphere makes me think of Paris, March 2025.

I’m battling a cold. Me, who rarely gets sick, is hit with a bad cold the second day of an anticipated family trip to a favorite city. I had to miss part of an outing on Sunday and went to bed early. In Paris. Unacceptable. The next day I’m determined to rally. Continue reading →