HeyJaredOn My Terrace in Paris
Escape to a Parisian terrace and indulge in short stories about the quirky characters in the City of Light.
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Bernard the Bistrot Owner (opens the original)
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Note: This is a re-post of one of my earliest stories.The “bistrot” is a distinctly Parisian concept. I learned that the hard way when my French teacher asked, “What is it called when a restaurant sells alcohol late at night?” The answer she was looking for was simply, “le bar.” I responded enthusiastically, “un bistrot!” Being from Grenoble herself, she laughed at my overtly Parisian answer. “Bistrots are only in Paris, didn’t you know?” She scoffed.What defines the Parisian bistrot? There are
Marcel, the Baker’s Son (opens the original)
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Note: This is a re-post of one of my earliest stories.From his scrawny frame, the baker’s son appeared no older than nineteen, although he already had deep lines hovering above his ever-raised eyebrows. Marcel – not to be confused with his father, Monsieur Marcel – stood on my street corner every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday morning. He presented a silver platter of slightly-burned sweet bread.The pieces were meant to be samples, but Monsieur Marcel would never allow the best loaves to be torn
Mimi and the Mimosas (opens the original)
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Note: This is a re-post of one of my earliest stories.A powdered honey scent wafted up to the terrace — a sugary smoke trail. Divine nectar mixed with the smell of a vintage makeup compact. I had fallen asleep with my window cracked open, and this funny fragrance was my uninvited alarm clock. It was almost noon, but the street below was only just starting to fill with lazy footsteps. The French will never make you feel guilty about sleeping in on the weekend. Weekend mornings provide a glimpse i
We Made It: A Year On My Terrace in Paris (opens the original)
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Of all my sweet little stories, this post has been the hardest to write. Exactly one year ago, I vowed to write weekly short stories inspired by my life in Paris — every single Sunday.If I made it an entire year, I would have a book’s worth of stories.Today, I hit my one-year mark, and not a single week missed.I feel giddy. I feel proud. Most of all, I feel grateful for your support. The fact that I actually have readers who look forward to my little tales makes me feel like these stories have f
Leo, Edgar, and Their Sparkling Cabinet of Curiosities (opens the original)
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I was feeling feverish inside and out. Even sitting on the terrace felt like a physical feat.Nevertheless, I was drawn outside by the question of whether the flashes of light bursting through my window were a hallucination.I squinted as I pulled myself out onto the stony ledge.From above, I spotted something extraordinary being hauled down the street. Two men in theatrical suits were struggling to carry a merry-go-round horse covered in disco squares.The speckles of light weren’t a hallucination
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