Plinks

Welcome to my world, girlfriend.

My Time Machine: A blast from my past, circa 1999.

Japanese terrorized by the Paris Syndrome.

A wine sale I missed.

And Americans keep asking me if Paris is safe…

Cool (May 2006) coincidence (October 2006)?

I’m stirring the pots.

Does anyone want to carry around their kitchen floor?

(Thanks to Mark, Jenny, and Kate.)