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Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading
I don’t know what day it is. The light has shifted from purple to blue, and young men in gray vests are wheeling carts through the narrow aisles that suddenly smell vaguely of breakfast. I do not know if I’ve … Continue reading
Picture a window in a fourth floor apartment in the 11th arrondissement of Paris, a tall narrow window that opens like a door to a ledge bound by a wrought iron rail. The ledge is almost a balcony, and I … Continue reading
It was 1971, late summer or early fall, and in my memory the day is cast in an amber kind of glow, all warm hues and soft edges. I was twenty years old, a college dropout, still snagged on some … Continue reading
In 1998, I went to Italy with my friend Donna and her mom, Sue. We rented a car at the airport in Florence; Sue and Donna took turns at the wheel and I sat in the back seat, timid and … Continue reading
There we are in 1959, or thereabouts. From left to right, that’s me, Carol’s cousin (long since deceased) and Carol. I had never seen this photo until she sent a print of it to me just a few years ago, tucked into a … Continue reading
I told you I experienced a few truly wonderful moments in the course of my travels, and in today’s post I will elaborate on two more of them. One took place at a lunchtime gathering at my cousin Luisa’s house in … Continue reading
One evening when we were in Lisbon (which in itself sounds so very romantic and amazing to me) I decided to stay in the apartment by myself and take a bath while the others went out for dinner. It was a … Continue reading
At the start, it was like stepping out into a poem. The air was cold and the morning sky still dark as ink above the rooftops and chimneys, with a fading white sliver of moon. My daughter and her husband waited for us … Continue reading