We arrived in Paris, on our overnight flight to Dallas, in which we both failed miserably at achieving the goal of sleep and waking up fresh and ready to conquer the 7-hour time difference. Bleary-eyed but full of excitement, we ambled through customs and taxied to our Paris Perfect apartment on Rue St. Dominique. We dropped our bags and started out to explore the City of Love.  Lisa lives by the tenet “stop and smell the roses” and rarely neglects a stop at a flower stand, produce section, book store or café with a menu posted in the window. We...

Last fall, Lisa and I drove from Paris to Nice with a stop-over in Lyon. We stayed at a hotel on the west end of the Promenade des Anglais but spent much of our time at the east end of the strip for the great restaurants, markets and the unforgettable charm of the old town built largely in the 1700s. A cab ride felt too quick to enjoy the coastline and a walk felt too long to get to where we were going, so we opted for the rentable bicycles that were smartly located at intervals along the promenade. What...

Lisa Marie and I spent the morning exploring the Musée D’Orsay and returned along the Seine to our Paris Perfect apartment on Rue Saint Dominique, in the 7thArrondissement.  My new wife and I took in the scene, while cars, buses and taxis sped by on the boulevard and joggers, dog-walkers, and bicyclists flowed below on the bank. Out of the blue, Lisa declared that she had always wanted to be “that” French girl on the bicycle, with the flowers, baguette and wine. Okay then, let’s make this happen, I said. In no time, we were ready to roll film (as...