I recently wore this purple pleated number to my friend Sarah’s beautiful wedding in Southampton, NJ.
I’m back! I took a serious break from almost everything to figure out my elevator phobia. After 3 months of cognitive therapy to retrain my brain and get my emotions under control, I’m feeling a million times better.
We left off in Paris during Christmas. My family and I stayed at the intimate Hotel Regina, located in the 1st arrondissement right across from the Place Des Pyramids and the Louvre. We visited the Pantheon, Chateau Chantilly, hung out around Saint-Michel, and walked and walked and walked.
It was mostly rainy while we were there, but who’s complaining? It’s Paris! Here are photographs of some of my favorite things.
How romantic! Many of Paris’ bridges are overwhelmed with love locks. Couple write their names on the lock in permanent marker, lock it to the bridge, and throw the key away into the freezing Seine.
Lobster claws at Le Grand Colbert! Sound familiar? This was Diane Keaton’s favorite restaurant in Something’s Gotta Give. No, Keanu Reeves was not sitting there. And no, Jack Nicholson did not come in to win Keaton back.
My sister Jenna giving me a peace sign as she crosses the road near Place Vendome.
For as long as I can remember, I have struggled with a paralyzing fear of most elevators.
I’m not quite sure where this fear was born, for I have never had a traumatic experience inside of an elevator, nor have I ever become entrapped in one.
In my early to late teens I would actually ride in a strange or new elevator, although I never felt completely at ease. That feeling of unease became powerful enough to the point where I began to slowly and steadily avoid elevators altogether.