Covid-19 interfered with just about every possible plan anyone and everyone had this year. As my heart broke for my friends and family in New York and Los Angeles, I was grateful we had made the move to New Hampshire in 2017. While we experienced our own version of lockdown, this summer things were able to reopen in New England quite a bit, and we jumped at the chance for a much needed change of scenery in Maine. Here's where we stayed and a few other places we enjoyed during our stay. 

Nearly every week, especially now, I have the same recurring dream: I am sitting alone in a beautiful European cafe, savoring a perpetually hot cup of coffee, watching elegant passersby begin their day. While their faces remain unmemorable, this dream is such a pleasure that I suspect Michelle and Barack Obama make frequent appearances, holding hands and smiling to acknowledge my contented gaze. 

That’s it. That’s the dream. I am alone, in a cafe in a European City, slowly drinking a cup of coffee, watching beautiful people walk by. If you don’t get why this dream is such a joy, I recommend you stop reading now because the remainder of this “guide” to Paris will leave you utterly disappointed. ​