What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
Monthly Archives: July 2011
One postcard won’t do. But one of those perforated, accordion folded jobs will. From me, to you. As they say, “Wish you were here.” *Photographed this past Spring. [If you liked this post, you might also like this: Merry-sur-Yonne.] Advertisements
Pee Wee Herman once said that he loved fruit salad so much, he thought he’d marry it. I’m already married, but my monogamous bliss may be under attack even as we speak by an equally unsuitable suitor. “The interloper?” you … Continue reading
One day last October, though I was deep in my Italian city routine, my hands smelt of lavender. I was making sachets from the flowers I’d harvested in France over the previous summer. I was missing Burgundy, the country, the … Continue reading
With the city and all its built-in toys and distractions far behind, we spend more time wondering what to do with ourselves. Twiddling our thumbs. Sitting. The To Do list is shorter here** and so one has time to grow … Continue reading
Last Sunday, despite inhospitable weather conditions (the kind you grow to expect here in July), we repeated one of our favorite summer rituals: the antique market at Noyers-sur-Serein. This isn’t your typical vide-grenier. It’s a much more elegant affair with … Continue reading
Year round, moored in the river, mostly unused and waiting, are two small punts—one blue, one red—each with a raised platform at one end. On one side of the prow is written: “You will go.” Tu iras. On the other … Continue reading