Not the city that never sleeps (it does), maybe it's the city that's never still. Built on the water, Venice sloshes, splashes, seems to breathe. Venice is sinking. Venice has always been improbable.
Tag: art
trash or treasure? Liz Magor at the MAMAC de Nice
It was one of those exhibits where you wonder if it's all just a big trick–a sort of Emperor's New Clothes exhibit, where you hope it's not some prank being filmed for Jimmy Kimmel. 'Watch these mindless losers think they're appreciating sophisticated art! Really, they're staring at someone's trash!'
sixteen-mile walk: marseille in a day
It's always a bit wild for me to confront the glaring misbeliefs I have carried around, innocent and ignorant and unsuspecting. Why did nobody tell me? I wonder. How was I getting along in this world? I'm particularly prone to misunderstandings in the areas of pronunciation and geography. I read like a fiend, which means that …
mediterranean magic: a walk around monaco
Monaco sparkles. That is my first impression, both times I've visited. Passing from the dark train tunnel and into the light, I see a scrubbed-clean city, feel the sun on my shoulders, and hear the many proud flags whipping in the breeze, the red and white color block stark against the blue sky. These are, of …
shoebox in paris
Thoreau said, "I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion." It’s a fair sentiment, though with my budget, I’m more likely to be crowded on a pumpkin. Using AirBnb, the glorious startup that connects travelers with private homeowners in the perfect meeting …
Maman + Lyon: our trip begins
In February, my mom came to visit me in France for a whole two weeks. My dad had told me about his plans months before and I could hardly keep it a secret, but waited to let Mom find out on Christmas day. We started off our trip in Lyon. Mom has heard a lot …
all lit up: la fête des lumières
Last month Mary and I (and several million of our closest friends) went to Lyon for La Fête des Lumières. We took a train (well, an autocar and two trains) to get to Lyon, and popping out of the Part Dieu metro and up into the city on a sunny Saturday, I realized I knew exactly …
