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My twin sister lives in Boulder. My brother works in Boulder. A human I adore is from Boulder. I didn’t realize until after I got back from my trip how much I’m actually linked to Boulder. I even took Louis to a high school friend’s frat party on New Year’s Eve there in 2010 for the perfect first-time-in-America experience. Ha. Oh, Boulder. I always hated driving up there in High School for orchestra stuff, hiking or whatever, because of all of the pedestrians! Ah!

This time it was a different kind of spin by Boulder. One where I got to get off the beaten path for some snazzy places, awkwardly spread out, which I secretly really like… we had delicious beer and the best Mexican in town. I’m anxious to get back there next time I’m home.

AVERY BREWING // Home of deliciously crafted beers, get a flight or two

BRU // Restaurant and handbuilt ales

EFRAN’S II // Best Mexican in town

THE KITCHEN NEXT DOOR // Friendly and casual spot on Pearl Street


UPSLOPE BREWING COMPANY // Try their Thai Style White IPA



Being home for the holidays makes my heart all warm inside. Rediscovering little traditions and the little things that make Christmas just perfect and full of love. Every year my mom gets us each a glass ornament, and it’s always spot on. Mine have ranged from a French flag, to French cheese, to a camel to a stiletto to a pint of beer to a nutcracker. My sister’s range from a snowboard boot, to an octopus to a peace sign to round peace glasses. The brother’s range from a rocket ship to a burger to a tennis racket. It’s always just spot on. Now that our family has become bigger, the sister-in-law, baby nephew, stepsisters and Louis are included in the growing collection. When I’m here I always ask myself how I could ever miss a Christmas at home in Colorado.

Christmas Day always involves strata by my stepdad which I anxiously wait for even the night before while watching Home Alone and the Family Stone, as I can smell it as it’s being prepared.

This year we may just get a fresh layer of snow, which adds to the charm of this magical place. Wishing you very happy holidays, wherever you may be.



It’s official, I’ll be in Colorado this winter for Christmas. Boy, I am I a happy lady.

I haven’t had much time to blog lately with the busy-ness at work, but I promise that I’ve got a lot of things to share in the coming weeks, as summer has finally arrived in Paris. Everyone seems just a little bit more cheerful with the sun out. As much as I am in love with the Parisian lifestyle in the summer, today I’m thinking of those Rocky Mountains.


When I’m visiting back home in the Rocky Mountains, one of my favorite things to do is to drive around and stroll through the little mountain towns.

Not far from where my mom lives is the town of Bailey, Colorado. As a sidenote, Bailey is (now) the home of the Coney Island Hot Dog stand, which when I was growing up, was a bit more down the mountain in Conifer, and I would go as a girl scout on our way up to camp and do girl scout things like learning about which berries to eat in the wild and how to make a fire and how the weather works and such. Good times. I was thrilled to find it again and realize how it really is just the same… so charming…

We wandered up the dirt roads and back around for breakfast at the Cut Throat Café, a precious and affordable café with a cozy mountain touch. I sure do love my breakfast burritos. Oh, mornings in the Rockies…


One doesn’t have to go very far in Colorado to see a stunning landscape. One Saturday morning with Kristen, Jon and Louis, we headed south for the day to check out Garden of the Gods and the Royale Gorge. Driving on a straight highway due south with mountains and red rocks to the right is intense and timeless; I’m not sure that there are many views that I would prefer.

Having grown up in the land of red rocks, I never realized how lucky I was to grow up wandering through such a stunning backdrop. The view from the house I grew up in included the Rocky Mountain foothills and the extraordinary Red Rocks Amphitheater… I never thought twice about how beautiful that view of those rocks was until I was a bit older. As a kid it was more the recent and concrete memories of slipping while climbing random red rocks while scouting for little caves and places to sit in and feel excluded from the world. I would cringe a the thought of burns on my knees from those adventures, yikes.

I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for those red rocks.

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