I have to say it’s been a tough couple of weeks. There has been a seemingly never ending parade of rejections on the job front. I stare at the computer ready to send out the next patch of cover letters and resumes, which will be ignored or thrown out. It has got me feeling quite grumpy and I’m sure that’s reflected in the negative posts that I’ve been writing. You have to know when to step away and look for some good in the world. So I send them out, put on my ubiquitous sport coat and take a stroll around New York to find a better outlook on life.

I saw a tiny door, which seemed very important.

I dispelled a few stereotypes. Three orthodox Jews in a boat and they appear to be tipping

I watched the boats

I listened to a father tell his son he was doing it all wrong. I rolled my eyes at the son and the boy laughed

I went down the rabbit hole

I saw a wedding party and didn’t think “divorce count-down 10, 9, 8…”

I saw an empty shell, but on further inspection I saw a bubble and 2 girls talking.

I sat with an old man named Saul who agreed the espressos were terrific

It's a warm weather thing.

Anyone can do downspouts, Ile St. Louis does them a little differently.

It was a beautiful fall day for a walk with friends.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee- every hour on the hour.

Scene from our living room

There is a lot going on with these older buildings- You can just make out the faded advertisements.

So, shaving with a Phillips electric razor is like taking a shower with a large breasted robot.?

Not your Momma's Red Cross

In Paris for only 2 months and I'm already being showered with gifts. I didn't realize it was a girls bike until I viewed the picture.

Our Week

Watched Ronald McDonald get tied up with celephane and hit with pies. Don't let this little "demonstration" fool you. Parisians love Mcdonalds and Starbucks- both businesses are packed!


Strolled around Sacre Cour- did not get in a fight with any street venders this time.



Mimicked Rodin’s statue of Balzac- and then LAUGHED at how stupid Balzac and Rodin both were.


Walked past some interesting views, checked my shoes for dog poop- everything was cool.


Watched actors rehearse their scenes.


Watched a statue get the bum's rush by security- "Write when you get work" I yelled- I was immediately reminded that I'm unemployed and that wrapping myself in a white sheet for Euros may not be such a bad idea.