My husband, Rama and I enjoy a type of travel known as “coffee tourism.” It’s not what you’re thinking. We don’t go to places like Costa Rica or Ethiopia to see how coffee beans are grown and harvested. We go to coffee shops. He, to drink the coffee. Me, to indulge in a little coffee shop atmosphere and complain about the poor selection of teas (coffee shop bastards! Don’t even try serving me your one type of tea in a pint glass!)

I don’t drink coffee. But I do love me a good coffee shop. And one of the most adorable, prettiest, sweetest ones I’ve ever visited, was, of course, in Japan.


I read about Little Nap Coffee Stand in Kinfolk Magazine, so when we went to Tokyo last spring, we made a point to venture to the slightly out-of-the-way location on the western edge of Yoyogi Park. We were both over the moon when we got there because not only did they have really nice coffee, they had even nicer ice cream! I had some kind of amazing flavor like rum or something, and it was definitely one of the most delicious things I ever ate. Artisanal. In every sense of the word.


elodie at Eiffel Tower

Last summer we spent two weeks in Paris. While Rama was off doing some music stuff, Elodie and I spent a particularly lovely day together.

We walked across the city, from the 10th arrondissement to the 7th, to pay our respects to the Eiffel Tower. Or I should say I walked across the city, while Elodie snoozed away in her stroller. And the timing couldn’t have been better, as soon as we arrived, she woke up.

“I see that we got there already,” she declared upon waking.

“Got where?” I asked.

“The big house!”



As you can see, we had lots of fun at the big house. Thanks to a man selling ice cream (not pictured), and a water gun.

Since we had such a long walk back (I don’ttake the metro in Paris by myself with a stroller), I wanted to get an early start, so we set off back across the city after soaking up all the delights the Eiffel Tower had to offer (no, we didn’t go up, despite the desires of one little person).

We walked along the Left Bank of the Seine for a while, and saw people picnicking at long tables after work. The wine was flowing.


Then, we found a super cool playground right along the riverbank!


Elodie wasted no time going all “Cirque de Soleil” on it. (Her dad’s side of the family was in the circus).


Then we said “goodbye” to the kind Mr. Zebra who was keeping an eye on the place, and set off across the river.


Thankfully, Elodie kept the villains at bay with her trusty water pistols (shaped like a dolphin and a fish).


But she just couldn’t shake that feeling that we were being followed. Spies are everywhere in Paris!


Finally, we found some peace and quiet at a nice spot called Cafe Diana. It’s an open-air restaurant right in the park, and we got a primo table for two overlooking a darling duck pond. Few restaurants in Paris are kid friendly, but this one was as good as it gets. Everything went smoothly, and our waiter didn’t give us any trouble, though I’m pretty sure he’s in the French mafia.





Elodie had a hard time pulling her size 3T kitty cat shirt off over her head tonight, so we ordered some new outfits in size 4T. All on sale at Old Navy.

1. Ponte Leopard Print Dress ($14) for days when she needs to be a “cheetah.”

2. Roll Sleeve Graphic Tee in Printed Bottom ($8) with Jersey Leggings in Denim ($4.47)

3. Roll Sleeve Graphic Tee in Gray Heather ($8) with Jersey Leggings in Black ($4.47)

4. Jersey Leggings ($4.47) in Fuchsia Generation and matching Long-Sleeved Tee ($4.47) for days when she feels like being Holly Shiftwell from Disney’s Cars movie.

Unfortunately, I’m not making any money from this post, but if anybody wants to sign me up for affiliate marketing I’ll take it :)


I spend a lot of time walking in my town. And I don’t just stick to my neighborhood, Elmwood, I traipse all over the place, from Downtown Berkeley to the Gourmet Ghetto, and up the hill to the Claremont Hotel area. As I go about my promenade I take in the stunning architectural eye-candy, in constant awe over the magnificent places some lucky locals call home. Among the grandiose houses of Berkeley, California, this stunning Beaux-Arts beauty perpetually catches my eye.


Awash in bright California sunshine for much of the day, its cheerful facade positively gleams each time I stroll by. It is without a doubt the kind of home I’d be delighted to come home to every day. Wouldn’t you?


Neoclassical architecture was all the rage in France in the 1800s when Napoleon Bonaparte came to power and kicked off the Empire Era. Inspired by the ideals of ancient Greece and also seen as a backlash to the more elaborate rococo style that preceded it, the characteristic ionic columns and stately balustrades quickly infused England, and eventually made it over to the United States. Antebellum plantation houses of the American South come to mind, and of course there’s The White House.

The interesting thing about Berkeley architecture is that it’s so mixed. A single block might feature beautiful examples of Neoclassical, Victorian, Spanish Colonial Revival, and of course Craftsman — a style the city is particularly known for.

Over the next few months I’ll continue to feature outstanding examples of Berkeley’s fabulous residential architecture. And though I pretend to be an expert, the truth is, I’m a complete novice, a pedestrian enthusiast if you will, so if you’ve got anything to add to the conversation, please do!


We are in France! On Thursday, while Rama set off for a concert in Belgium, Elodie and I embarked on our own adventure to visit some friends in the lovely town of Chantilly. Just a 25-minute train ride from Paris’ Gare du Nord train station, Chantilly is the horse-breeding capital of France and is home to a beautiful chateau. Since all that rococo detailing isn’t very conducive to sticky four-year-old fingers, we didn’t go inside, but instead spent a few glorious hours exploring the vast gardens. First stop: the cafe.


According to the English language brochure, a series of rustic, English-style cottages were built on the grounds in 1775 for the Prince of Condé. They now house a restaurant, so we headed over to taste the authentic whipped cream. “Chantilly” means “whipped cream” in French, and was actually invented here. Elodie’s chocolate chaud came with a wopping dollop of thick, rich, buttery, cream that tasted more like cream cheese frosting than ready-whip. Decadent indeed!


After our afternoon treat, which they call “gouter” en francais, we set out to find the children’s play area. Down a grassy path, over a wooden footbridge, and past a wide field, we were met by a flock of carved and painted wooden sheep. So sweet! The enchanting playground also featured a series of tiny wooden houses and grass-covered mounds of earth that formed a swirling pattern that was so fun to run on. An adjacent labyrinth was created for a prince’s birthday party. I read that when the children made it to the center of the maze, they found a table piled high with sweets and treats. We were nervous about getting lost in the labyrinth, so didn’t venture inside, but I once heard that if you run your hand along the right side of labyrinth, you will eventually find your way out.


Our friends are hoping to move back to the States soon, so who knows if we will ever go back to Chantilly, but we’re so lucky we had the chance to visit. And if we do make it back to that delightful town just north of Paris, we’ll certainly return to the chateau and while away an afternoon like happy French royals.

Travels with infant

Over the past four years, we’ve taken 14 major trips with our child. From an overnight trans-Atlantic flight to Europe, to a day-long journey to Japan, to a quick airplane ride down to Los Angeles, we’ve run the gamut of “traveling with kids” scenarios and survived quite happily despite our girl’s motion sickness.

The key to kid-carting success is to plan as many flights, train trips, bus rides, or car outings around naptime or bedtime. If this isn’t possible, bring an iPad.

Elodie took her first big trip when she was two-months-old. It was her debut. We took her back East to meet our family and get acquainted with the thick air of summer in New England and New York. It was a breeze. Why? Because when babies are this small, they do nothing but eat and sleep. I nursed her and held her the entire flight and she was light as a feather. Sure, she probably wailed her head off every now and then, but what are you gonna do? Some people bring scratch tickets or other little gifts for their seat mates, but I say don’t sweat it. We were all babies once.

Tip #1 for traveling with an infant: bring a pillow to support the baby’s body and your arm while breastfeeding/holding her.

Tip #2 for traveling with an infant: bring one disposable diaper for every hour of your flight, and make the dad do all the diaper changes, since the mom has to do all the feeding. If your child is in cloth diapers (like ours was), do not bring them on your trip. Carrying a garbage bag full of soiled cloth diapers through the airport is not the way you want to travel — even if there is a big beautiful washer/dryer at grandma’s house on the other side.

Airplanes are usually equipped with a handy changing table that you pull down over the toilet, making diaper changes in the air a cinch. It also helps break up the flight a little bit. What’s more exciting than checking out the airplane bathroom?!

Tip #3 for traveling with an infant: bring a couple changes of clothing.

travels with toddler

When Elodie became mobile, flying got a lot trickier. Keeping a one or a two-year-old entertained on a 9-hour flight takes some serious energy. Just after Elodie’s first birthday, we flew to Berlin for the summer. I brought nine small *new* toys, wrapped individually in crepe paper party streamers (one for each hour of the flight), plus a couple old favorites, and a handful of small, light books. This seemed sufficient. She was still napping twice a day, which helped too. Though all this preparation is actually better purposed on the daytime flight back to the States. The flight from New York to Berlin is an overnight one, so we did our best to snuggle up together and sleep. For the most part it went pretty well. We sleep together at home so sleeping together on the airplane felt normal for her. Since we bought a seat for her, we had three seats for the three of us. Elodie and I laid down together on two seats (window & middle), while the dad slept as best he could sitting up in his own chair. Bonus: the dad let me put my feet up on his lap!

Tip #1 for traveling with a toddler: bring many toys, books, diapers, and be prepared to expend a lot of energy creating finger puppet shows, singing songs, reading stories, etc, etc, in that over-exuberant voice that takes up about three times as much energy as your normal voice.

Tip #2 for traveling with a toddler: buy them their own seat if you have the funds. If they’re two-years-old, you’ll have to do this anyway. We flew from Paris to Bilbao right after Elodie’s second birthday. Getting her in her own seat for takeoff was horrific. We had to hold her down so she couldn’t squirm out of her seatbelt while she screamed her head off. It was one of the most stressful moments of my life. if you ever have to deal with this, simply close your eyes and repeat your own private mantra until the seatbelt sign goes off and you can hold your toddler on your lap again. This behavior will stop eventually (once she gets used to Tip #3). I think it happened twice for us.

Tip #3 for traveling with a preschooler: bring lots of fun snacks and candy. Elodie was used to nursing during take-off and landing since she had been doing it since infancy, but since two-year-olds have to sit in their own seats, she couldn’t nurse anymore. What could be better than breastfeeding? M&Ms. Now Elodie knows that every time we get on an airplane. She gets M&Ms.

Tip #4 for traveling with a toddler: do not bring their car seat. This will drastically decrease the amount of space you have for playing or stretching out.

Tip #5 for traveling with toddler: breastfeed or bottle feed during take-off and landing (if under two. If over two, they need to be in their own seat of course.)

Tip #6 for traveling with a toddler: bring a couple changes of clothing.

TIp #7 for traveling with a toddler: bring many different types of snacks.

TIp #8 for traveling with a toddler: if you’re going to go the Benadryl route (drug them to get them to sleep), test it out at least a couple weeks before your flight. We did not do this, and the Benadryl had the opposite affect on her, making her extra hyper for the 10 hour flight from Paris to Dallas. I will never do this again, and do not recommend using over-the-counter medications to try to get your child to sleep.

Confession: I tend to go overboard with preparation. On every flight I’ve taken with my child, I have always brought too much stuff. Traveling with a lot of stuff can add extra stress to your experience, but if you can pack it all efficiently, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Imagine running out of things to do on the airplane?!


Last month we went to Japan. The flight from San Francisco to Tokyo is 11.5 hours long. It was the longest flight Elodie or I had ever taken. And it went by without a hitch.

Tip #1 for traveling with a preschooler: make a friend onboard. Better yet, scope out the scene at the gate before boarding and zero in on any kids. Once you’ve spotted one or two that might make a good mate for your little one, sit near them and let the natural kid-socializing stuff ensue. For our 3-year-old, no one is cooler than a 4-year-old, except maybe a 5-year-old. We were lucky to be sharing a flight with one. Not only was this older girl traveling alone with her mom, she had twin baby sisters at home. I think my meaning is clear here. This mom, accustomed to taking care of twin babies plus a 5-year-old, must have felt like she was on vacation on an airplane alone with her older child. She showed incredible generosity by welcoming my 3-year-old into her simplified two-person world at the back of the plane — rows and rows behind us. Suddenly, we were on vacation too.

Tip #2 for traveling with a preschooler: bring a favorite stuffed animal, buy a new toy at the airport, bring a new coloring book and exciting new markers. Use these preoccupations earnestly, BEFORE RESORTING TO THAT MOST WONDROUS TOY/BABYSITTER OF ALL (see Tip #3)

Tip #3 for traveling with a preschooler: bring an iPad. Fill it with your kid’s favorite videos. Maybe add a new app.

Tip #4 for traveling with a preschooler: fly an airline that caters to children. Virgin America offers a child’s boxed lunch for purchase, which Elodie adores! She dreads flying other airlines because she really wants that boxed lunch! (Even though she doesn’t actually eat the food, at least she gets some toys and a box with pictures on it that she can color). Do any other airlines offer kid-friendly meals or activities? Please share in comments if you know of any.

TIp #5 for traveling with a preschooler: run your kid around the airport before the flight and if luck is on your side, she’ll fall asleep at take-off. Elodie always whimpers and fights a little bit when she has to get in her seat and put her seatbelt on. But once she’s settled she gets her M&Ms and I hold her head against my body, or in my lap, which helps with her motion sickness. The last two times we’ve flown, she fell asleep as we were lifting off. And I was free to actually READ MY OWN BOOK! It was heaven.

Tip #6 for traveling with a preschooler: bring your own portable potty. Ever since she turned three, Elodie has refused to go pee-pee in the “black” toilet seats they have in many airplanes.

Now that my daughter is almost four, I feel like I can board a plane calmly and happily. I know she’ll be able to entertain herself for decent intervals by coloring or playing with her cars, and if all else fails I’ve got my trusty iPad. There’s only one thing that can put a knick in my cool, calm, collected state. Turbulence. Luckily we’ve only experienced bad turbulence once with Elodie. Our flight back from Tokyo was pretty bumpy. Thankfully, since bumpiness can lead to barfing,  she slept through it all.

I’ve got my fingers crossed for smooth sailing next month when we embark on another epic flight (San Francisco to Berlin via Stockholm). We take off in the early evening, so if all goes well, we’ll have dinner onboard, maybe watch a few videos, read some books, brush our teeth, change into pajamas, and sleep.

Tip #7 for traveling with a preschooler: always hope for the best.




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