I was away all last week on the Cote d’Azur in desperate pursuit of the sun. When you live in Paris, sun chasing comes from an essential thirsting for that bright golden globe that likes to tease the city now and then, like an elusive lover. When I think of getting away, I generally …
Sunday was just one of those glorious days of spring that appeared suddenly out of nowhere, like a wildflower. Warm and sunny, whereas the days before were cold and drizzly, enough for coats! As soon as I heard that it was going to be warm, my thoughts raced towards driving out of the city to …
One of the many things I love about French culture is the association of traditional foods around the many holidays here. In Paris and the rest of France, February the 2th is the celebration of Chandeleur or the Festival of Lights. The majority of the French celebrate the holiday with crepes, but not in Marseille! …
Crepes or Orange Flower Cookies Celebrate Chandeleur(Festival of Lights) Read More »
You know what I really like to do in Budapest when it’s so blasted cold? Stay submerged up to my chin in bubbling hot thermal waters. With the steam rising off the waters, it creates a thick swirling mist that envelops my head and I feel transported to an ethereal calm of well-being, I always …
Here I am again with open arms embracing the Queen of the Danube for a few days. I guess you might find it strange that I am trading one snowy European capital for another, as if Paris is not not cold enough! Actually I was there about the same time last year, and despite the …
Tis the season of Christmas lights and markets that have burst upon the city. Paris is not called the city of lights for nothing, but at Christmas time, the lights turn more even more abundant and colorful throughout the city, making it all a whirl of eye candy. Christmas markets are a European tradition dating …
The view of the Acropolis/ Parthenon from my room at night was truly magical and enthralling, but I had no idea about the feelings that would envelop me the next day. I also had no idea that on that very sacred hill dedicated to the Goddess Athena occurred the most despicable, abdominal vandalism in history. …
Rocamadour is a tiny medieval village perched high above on a cliff, overlooking one of the most beautiful deep green valleys below. It sits so precariously on the edge, almost dangling, that one fears it could topple off. I went there this weekend to be refreshed and restored and feel called to share my own …