Woody Allen and I go a few years back. He may not be quite aware of it but we’ve shared memorable European experiences. It all started with Vicky Christina Barcelona. I saw it around the anniversary of a trip to Spain I had taken a couple...
Stones have always been a source of attraction and mystique for me. When I was very young, a friend told me that in its original form, a talisman was a stone with a hole in it. At that age, I hadn’t yet developed the requisite...
The way our crazy cat Skitter naps: An Italian dog’s ride: Cat-ladder spotted in Florence: Imaginative way to store a bike: Street name:
Have you heard of Trieste – the presently Italian town of formerly Austro-Hungarian origins that enjoyed a short stint as an independent city-state after World War II? The New York Times ran a story about it last week, called Elegy on the Adriatic, that suggests...
Nothing brings promise like a summer morning. I should have been lingering in bed, sleeping away the fatigue of the ride from Venice through Slovenia to Croatia and of finding a place to stay the night after the unexpected encounter with Piran’s inexcusable tackiness forced...
