I left home on a journey today: a road trip to visit family in Michigan. I expected my usual travel-adrenaline, the thrill of away. Instead I found dread at crossing the bridge that spans the Connecticut River and signifies the end of New Hampshire.
It's a day of all things French today. Picked up a tap-n-go bus card that works a lot like the Metro passes. Ate brunch at a creperie run by French-speaking Algerians. Picked up petit pain et pain au chocolat at a French bakery (not run by French speakers). The sky was even in a melancholic…Read more Film Noir