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.
Tag Archives: Arcachon Peninsula
I know, I know. I’m such a one-trick pony. I love the same things over and over again. Can’t help it. Windows. Doors. Gates. Anything that opens out onto a larger world, or closes in on a smaller one, hinting … Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I find nonstop, sunny weather vaguely boring. My upsy-downsy tendencies need a touch of pathetic fallacy every now and then. Fog! Rain! Elements that howl! Nothing like a good grey, blustery day to set … Continue reading
Recently back from stunning Cap Ferret on the Arcachon Peninsula in S.W. France, where I was finally able—between sun, sand, various bottles of white and red Bordeaux, and inimitable French style—to shake off my Milanese back ache. This is a … Continue reading