The Weekly Escape

When food is not fun. It happened to me a lot over the years. It doesn’t matter if you are heading from Grand Central Station to the suburbs, if you are on…

July, 2013. I was in Thomastown, Ireland, a tiny quiet village where my in-laws live. David Bowie Is, the exhibit recounting all Bowie’s life and career, was drawing crowds in London beyond the million marks. One morning I was taking a walk in the countryside, Aladin…

Many years ago, in Perugia, I had a literature teacher, Mrs. Finocchi, who used to bark about cappuccino in every class: “The only cappuccino I drink in this town is from Sandri Bar. They are decent enough to use fresh milk. In Rome they don’t dare prepare a…

One block. That is the distance between Berder Island and the mainland in Brittany. You can cross by foot in five minutes, but you have to come back before the tide rises over the short path. I drove every morning from the house to the Boulangerie in Larmour-Baden…