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. Continue reading first impressions of an upside-down forest: venice by vaporetto
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!’ Continue reading trash or treasure? Liz Magor at the MAMAC de Nice
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 my written vocabulary grows much too quickly for my pronunciation … Continue reading sixteen-mile walk: marseille in a day
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 course, the impressions of a mere visitor to this independent … Continue reading mediterranean magic: a walk around monaco
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 of supply and demand, I’ve had the comfort of a … Continue reading shoebox in paris
Croissants & Conjugations 