travel notebook: (not so) alone in italia, day three

I'd rather not think about how little sleep I've gotten in the last few days. But as my lids lower–once again–of their own volition, it's getting hard to ignore. I've been turning in at a decent hour, but like a little girl stuck in the cheerful purgatory of the night before Christmas, I've been finding …

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the proof is in the profiteroles: on “dieting” in france

Dieting is not an especially French activity. Nor does it feel particularly patriotic to live down the street from a small market and ignore the siren song of its milky white goat cheeses and fresh baguettes. But that's what I did (or tried to) for a whole month. All in the name of health, I …

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sweet serendipity in the eagle’s nest of the côte d’azur

My quietly spontaneous trip to Èze would morph into a fun, frenzied journey to three different cities (one of them a country, if we're being specific). We would be climbing up a hill to a pink mansion, running to catch trains, eating gelato in Monaco, and falling asleep over a late dinner of pizza. I wouldn't get home until after midnight. But of course, I didn't know any of that yet.

out of this world: the freaky fun of Carnaval de Nice, 2018

My parents came to visit for 10 days for my winter teaching vacances. For a home base, we picked Nice, as it's close to my home of Cannes but considerably more lively. We were greeted with the perfect illustration of "rain on the parade," as miserable weather threatened to cancel the last few days of the …

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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 …

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