You might recall my April post detailing the saga of the linen suit my mother purchased for me as an early birthday present. Well enough with the words, there’s some pixels of the outfit with the blue linen shirt from J. Peterman and the white Johnson & Murphy bucks with me cleaned up and inside …
I have Susan and her keen hotel-finding skills to thank for allowing us to discover the remarkable Shakespeare & Company. From our room overlooking the Notre Dame Cathedral, the venerable bookseller was tucked in not so much as a stone’s throw away from us, but we didn’t know anything about it until a walk post …
The telltale alarm calls of the mating pair of mockingbirds nesting somewhere in the next-door-neighbors’ tree alerted me and could only mean one thing: a hawk was too close for their comfort. So of course with cam in hand I went outside to see if I could spot the trespassing raptor, and by tracking where …
After a May 13 spent geographically bracketing Sorrento between the ruins of Pompeii and the beauty of Positano Susan and I returned to Sorrento to stroll through its old section over to the city’s cliffside overlook where I looked straight down and directly hundreds of feet below found this trio relaxing by the massive pilings …
So yesterday morning the phone rings and its neither a telemarketer nor some misdialer looking for whatever credit union has a phone number that’s one pesky digit different than mine. This is remarkable enough in its own right. But even more surprising I find the person I’m speaking to is basically The Dude of bicycling …
During our last few minutes in Ajjacio on the island of Corsica Susan and I strolled back along the waterfront to the ship and in doing so passed this monument, which grabbed a hold of my heart and very much to my surprise brought tears to my eyes, moving me unlike any other monument I’ve …
Following up on my post yesterday on the lady who we found tending to the pigeons of San Marco Square in Venice, please allow me to now introduce you to Our Father Of The Sparrows who I found in Tuileries Garden on our way to the Louvre during our first full day in Paris May …