The Beginning of Freedom
I was on the lookout when change came and found me. After twenty years in Paris, after eighteen years of writing, working, and living in the same lovely-crappy-inspiring atelier, I felt myself stagnating, waiting for a chance to break out…
Alongside the Road from Tangier to Chefchaouen
Daniel and I arrived late yesterday in Tangier for our first travel experience in Morocco. We were welcomed by this beautiful sunset and so much more. These are the things I saw last night alongside the road from Tangier to…
Skopelos: To Write or Not to Write
I won’t write about my month on Skopelos because if I did,I would have to tell you how lucky I feel to wake up each day to a view of the sea, which is always and never the same, and…
Like the Water
I’m writing at a dressing table placed in front of the open French doors of our bedroom overlooking the Aegean Sea. D is writing under an umbrella on the terrace. I watch him at times, and he looks as though…
When Time is Limited
Traveling, the actual movement of my body and mind through space, is more time consuming than I had imagined. I don’t only lose hours with boarding airplanes or waiting for the shuttle bus (or boat—to take us along the Venetian…
Introducing Myself: What’s in a Name?
Traveling means meeting new lands, new cultures, new people. I am introducing myself frequently these days and I wonder what what we get out of this ritual. There’s a handshake, an exchange of names, the storage of first impressions, and…
Naples, a Two-Day Impression
Naples is alleys and castles, Fascist architecture, churches and baroque art, heaps of garbage, espressos, rows of bars, and streets lined with beautifully dilapidated facades.
