by Marina Rybak
I love Paris on any day, especially in May. When the chestnut trees are in bloom I feel so much at home there. I effortlessly blend into Parisian palette and melt in its shade in the pursuit of the hidden authentic treasures. I can still find few local sparklers, bypassing the signs of globalization, which burden the neighborhood color of any major city anywhere.





When my eldest daughter graduated from college she embarked on a classic rite of passage and departed with her best friend for a 6 week trip through Europe. Having saved for this journey for months, they left with only backpacks and great expectations. On a very tight budget, it was pretty obvious that souvenirs would have to be mostly in the mode of life forming memories. So when she returned … 

