As a vacation is coming to a close, I start wanting to get home. I need a vacation from vacation to savor what I’ve experienced against the backdrop of the prosaic, and frankly, to rest. Ten to fourteen days tends to be about the right amount of time to be away, though the same coincidental… Continue reading Ending the Epic
You should book your vacation for the same time as mine because the weather gods look out for me. They came through for our second full day in Istanbul for our boat ride up the Bosphorus Strait. Trip Advisor sages were infallible as usual advising that the public ferry was the way to go: inexpensive with perfect… Continue reading Continent Hopping and the Requisite Rug
It was Monday July 4th and we had to scrap our original loose plan of visiting Monet’s gardens in Giverny. We couldn’t make the very early departure needed because we had to work with the apartment agency to get our washing machine door handle fixed. Some vacation choices are as mundane as that. Michael was keen to… Continue reading France’s Other Louis
Sunday was Versailles day: a grand tour of the palace and grounds just south of Paris, which Louis XIV used fully half of France’s GDP to make. There’s no place like home, at least not his home some 300 years ago. The excess doesn’t seem as outlandish today, when there are over 1,000 billionaires, some of… Continue reading A Waterful Day!
For our third full day in Paris, Saturday July 2nd, we visited the Montmartre area. Our feet told us to take the subway and we listened, even though we hated to miss out on the scenery en route. Having heard it was an artsy area, we were surprised to be greeted by a slew of… Continue reading Save Our Soles—Thankful for the Subway
On our second day in Paris, July 1st, we went to the Louvre and looked for a boulanger en route for a baguette breakfast. Eric Keyser appeared and we also got loaves of amazing cheese and olive bread and, of course, a latte for moi. We sat at a table and tore pieces off the loaves,… Continue reading Mona and Me
June 30th – our first full day in Paris! The kids slept, I planned the day, and Michael ventured out for essentials. He returned with supermarket bread, jam and wine. To express our gratitude we whined – where was the bread from a boulanger, and what about butter and milk, and you call wine an essential? –… Continue reading Your Feet Will Hurt Just Reading This