We’re in the Blue Ridge Mountains! Woke up this morning in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, not sticky with sweat! The no-see-um’s biting my ankles, and the occasional, disconcerting bang…
A white linen shirt and sandals instead of flip flops got me into the San Antonio Museum of Art. Afterwards, in the parking lot, I carefully hung the shirt back…
Montmartre at the Place du Tertre is a little bohemian bubble in time. Though people do live here, it must cost a fortune. In my neighborhood, South Pigalle in the…
