“I drink to separate my body from my soul.” – Oscar Wilde Once the center of the literary universe, Paris is filled with former haunts of...

The labyrinth in the unconscious where creativity roams for an artist is not a place the general public often gets a front row seat to....

On Sunday, Paris shuts down. Bakeries do not have the smell of fresh baked goods wafting from them. Sidewalks that had been lined with...