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I love a good door

I love a good door

No matter where I am in the world, i am always drawn to doorways.  From brightly painted ones surround by tropical pants in Brazil, to gothic relics in ancient Italian fortresses, to rusting wrought iron in Lebanon, I love them all. The older, and more derelict the better in my book:

Bastia’s beautiful signs

Bastia’s beautiful signs

The Englishman and I are planning a trip to Corsica this summer, and I have been getting excited thinking about another visit to what has become one of my absolute favorite places in the world. On our first trip to the gorgeous French island a couple of years ago, we spent a few of days … Continue reading

The view from the window seat

The view from the window seat

I always like to get a window seat if I can.  Not only so I can lean my head against the vibrating wall on long haul flights, but also for the view. A few years ago, I was flying somewhere from San Francisco, I forget where, and I happened to look out the window just … Continue reading

To coffee, with love

To coffee, with love

Coffee is an integral part of travel. It is for me anyway. From the first piping hot cup in the morning, to the afternoon pick me up, or the punctuation after a particularly wine infused lunch or dinner, coffee is a daily ritual I love to partake in.

Water, Sewer, Gas, Electric

Water, Sewer, Gas, Electric

In my travels during the past couple of years, I started noticing all of the varied utility covers embedded in the roads and sidewalks in cities all over the world. I became so fascinated with the rustic, industrial, beauty of the water, sewer, gas and electric lines and covers, I have started a photographic collection … Continue reading

Facing My Fear… of the Post Office

Facing My Fear… of the Post Office

I am terrified of the post office.  There I said it.  Ridiculous, I know, but its true. Its not that it’s difficult to get to, there is one two blocks from the apartment.  I pass by it most days on my way to the beach or the grocery store or wherever.  But I’m afraid to … Continue reading