Coffee Routine.

Enjoying a latte early on a Sunday morning.

A quiet walk down empty streets. The sun streaming through the leafless trees. Only my neighbors walking their dogs and enjoying a tourist free zone — for at least a little while. Then retreating to our homes for a quiet time as the tourists and weekenders descend.

True Story

This week I text a pal to see if she wants to have lunch at Steven Starrs French Bistro Parc. It’s as close to sitting on a Paris street as one can get while still being in Philadelphia. I got a text back, “Ah… would love to but we’re in Paris.”  With a pic. Not this one. This one is in Philadelphia.