snowglobe city: alone in italia, day seven

In my last full day on the Ligurian coast, I found myself far from the crowds, in a village one could reasonably conclude was populated only by renderings of the Madonna and electric green lizards like flashes of light. Maybe it’s Cinque Terre, maybe it’s Italy, maybe it’s luck, but my time here has brought a lot of getting lost in the best way. There have … Continue reading snowglobe city: alone in italia, day seven

from newlywed to retiree: on places, and what it means to love them

It’s interesting what we block out when we dream of or anticipate a place.

We must ignore the great unspooled ribbon of mind-numbing highway. The ugly big-box stores. The cloud cover that renders a day as colorless as a lump of pizza dough.

Sometimes I think we reserve those kinds of stringent observations for home: to criticize what we are used to and tired of. Continue reading from newlywed to retiree: on places, and what it means to love them

eye candy: a guide to Menton (a South-of-France staycation, i)

As much as I would love to run away every weekend, this year I am going to be motivated by money. And money is telling me (to borrow from an internet meme I saw this week): “girl, you can afford to walk downstairs.” What luck, then, that my home base of Cannes can easily satisfy the travel bug in its proximity to a wide range … Continue reading eye candy: a guide to Menton (a South-of-France staycation, i)