Memorable Meals
Dinner at the Edge of Paradise
There, at the edge of the Aegean, time softened, and the taverna became more than a place—it was a compass, pointing back to something elemental and true.
John Harbour
Recipe
Crete’s Rhythm: Lessons in Time
Crete – a harmony of opposites, where contrasts don’t collide but coexist, creating something greater than the sum of their parts.
Travel
Through the Canals and Cobblestones of Brugge
Brugge, like Venice, reveals its mysteries in the quiet hours. Early mornings and late evenings are magical here, when the canals are mirrors reflecting the city’s Gothic spires and gabled rooftops.
News
A New Journey Begins
A new year, a new look. Welcome to the next chapter.
Recipe
A Bridge Across Time
The Luberon had gifted us a day of wandering—black olive tapenade from Gordes, rust-colored dust clinging to our shoes in Roussillon, and a bottle of rosé chilled just enough to temper the heat of the sun.
Life
A Holiday Stroll Through Chelsea
This is Chelsea at Christmas: a space where history whispers from stoic brownstones, where light spills from cafes and bars, and where fireplaces still glow with memory.
Food
Rome on a Plate
Pasta alla Zazonna encapsulates Rome’s essence: unabashed beauty intertwined with grit and vitality.
Travel
The Cartography of Trinkets
To travel is to surrender to change—to gather the world in small, unassuming pieces, and find, in their quiet utility, a map of who we have become, because it is impossible to travel and remain unchanged.
Food
The Onion, the Apricot, and the Gentle Art of Gratitude
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Life
A Day on the River
A Much Needed Escape to Connecticut
poetry
Apollo's Gate
Just below the walk, under Apollo’s Gate, there is a small beach at the edge of the protected cove. You walk down steps into the Mediterranean and float on your back looking up at the ancient ruin. It is calm and serene until the Blue Star Ferry arrives, the
Newsletter
In Search of Pink Elephants
The cobblestones are wet and a bit slick as I walk across La Grand-Place. It has been raining off and on for most of the day and even though the sun is now out, it is chilly. And damp. The air holds the damp and cups your face in its