December 6, 2016 § Leave a comment
Venice has an astonishing palette: pastels mixed with blues mixed with grays. I visited in the cold spring, and I’m now turning to those colors to get me through the cold winter (it is coming, I can feel it).
April 4, 2016 § Leave a comment
In 1720, Floriano Francesconi opened a caffè in Venice’s Piazza San Marco… And it’s beautiful. Pretty astonishing that nearly three-hundred years later, the caffè still stands and is recognized as one of Venice’s gems.
I knew I’d at least have to sit in one of the oldest cafes in Europe, but I don’t think I quite prepared myself for what I was actually going to drink. I ordered just the Bicerin (coffee, chocolate, and cream) and was full when I left. That stuff is thick.
I’m a firm believer in the power of coffee, and where you drink it can be just as important as the caffeine itself. Today I’m not in a seventeenth century landmark. I’m somewhat buried in work, school, and various creative projects. I’m tired. It’s Monday. My apartment is definitely not emblazoned with golden cherubs, but it is perfectly okay. Just photos of this place calms me.
Where is your favorite place to have coffee? Favorite shop? Let me know.
July 12, 2015 § Leave a comment
Last Sunday I was more or less ready to lug my blongings (brocante purchases really weigh down a carry-on) to and fro Charles De Gualle….but at 8am, word reached me that my flight had cancelled. Tragedy! A whole day in Paris! Mine! To be had! On a Sunday! Too good to be true. « Read the rest of this entry »
February 20, 2015 § 2 Comments
I get incredibly homesick when I go places. It’s not ideal, but it’s manageable. The excitement of seeing a different setting, where other people are home, is worth feeling far from whatever grounds me. Traveling is important. Does something to the psyche and heart. All the things people say it does. (Some of which are grounding.) And I think about it, in general, a lot. I’m very excited for some upcoming trips, but right now I’m so happy to be in the Carolinas. In the faux-cold. With buttermilk biscuits (also things I think about a lot). Seeing what you can of the world is personal. It’s choice. What you look at and where you leave. And I love that.
My favorites from last year:
February 9, 2015 § 5 Comments
I’m still day dreaming about Prague mornings. Everything should start with pastel streets and sculptures (even if the ones on the Charles Bridge are actually just really old replicas) and wool coats. We don’t have an excess of pretty winter wear in SC, and I’d rather not make any other compasrisons between Prague and the faux-rural mostly suburban city I live in.
Let’s just say I was happy. « Read the rest of this entry »
January 26, 2015 § 2 Comments