Few Photos

Two hot mademoiselles at the Louvre

















Elise & Rachel with their name "Ney" on L'Arc de Triomphe. Lucky ducks!!!!










Pastries at Laduree













The Lady aka La Tour Eiffel

Ligne 6 • Issue 03

Check out issue 3 of Ligne 6. 

Sorry for the Delay

My apologies for the delay of the September issue of Ligne 6. I'm taking off for Europe tomorrow and would like to write about it, so the September issue will debut in October. Thank you for reading and for your patience! 

Ligne 6 • August 2008

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Being an artsy, creative type, I tend to have a romantic, somewhat unrealistic view of the world at times. I still think that if I believe in it hard enough, life can turn out like an Audrey Hepburn movie. 

When I was 17 years old, I finally was able to realize my life-long dream of going to Paris. At the time I was obsessed with the movie “Sabrina.” The Edith Piaf song “La Vie En Rose” is featured in the film, and I was convinced that I had to hear it in Paris or else my trip wouldn’t be real. Yes I realize the logic is a bit skewed on that one, but I was a 17 year old geek who wore high-waisted pants and rings on every finger.  

We were only going to be in Paris two days as it was part of a larger tour of Europe, so my time would be limited to hear the song. Then I thought oh it’s Paris, they must play it on every street corner. Not so much. We toured the City of Lights and every moment, I fell in love with it just a little bit more. Unfortunately, I had not yet heard my song. I was starting to panic. My entire trip would become invalidated in an instant if I didn’t hear a cheesy cabaret song. 

Ligne 6 • July 2008

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I’m afraid of flying. I don’t mean that I get a little nervous during a particularly bad bout of turbulence or hold onto the arm rest a little tighter during take off. No, I am insanely, deathly afraid of flying to the point where I have to take tranquilizers to get onto a plane, and I usually shake like a leaf during most of the flight. Given this phobia, as a flight gets closer, I tend to read into the universe looking for signs that we’re going to crash. I didn’t say it was logical; it’s just something I do. 

For example, if I see a car crash on the side of the road, I think it’s a sign from the cosmos that my plane is going to go down in a ball of flames. I also get superstitious. I think that if I watch a movie or TV show that involves a plane crash, it means the same fate will happen to me. 

I say this all as a preface about a flight we took to England back in 2000. My cousin, who shares my same fear of flying and superstitions, was accompanying us on a two-week trip to the British Isles. We were all quite excited for this adventure until we arrived at the airport. At that point both my cousin and I were very nervous, cranky and upset at the thought of spending the next 15 hours on planes. To make matters worse after we made it through security we found out our flight was delayed. Apparently the plane hadn’t arrived yet.