San Francisco Chronicles, Part 3
The ultimate [travel destination] for me would be one perfect day in San Francisco. There’s no city like it anywhere. — Larry King Coit Tower It’s official. I read it in Arthur Frommer’s Budget Travel. According to the magazine’s October 2010 Reader’s Choice poll, the most beautiful city in the world is . . . wait for it . .…
Livin’ La Vida Loca
The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business. — John Steinbeck Tim and I were talking before breakfast this morning. Last week — including the weekend — was exhausting, what with work and volunteer stuff at our church. We’ve also been babysitting his Mom’s dog for two weeks and let me tell you, two…
Delicious Autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. — George Eliot It’s finally here — the other side of Labor Day. That means that autumn can’t be far behind. Since I was a little girl, autumn has been my favorite season. Cooler weather,…
Ciao, Marcello!
Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to. — J.R.R. Tolkein Once we went out the door and ended up on the Piazza delle Erbe in Mantova (Mantua). It was raining…
The Porches of Nelson County
I can’t write five words but that I change seven. — Dorothy Parker The William Cabell House, aka The Porches In the spirit of Virginia Woolf, who was a strong advocate for writing women to have “a room of one’s own,” I recently applied for a stay at a nearby writers’ retreat. Last Thursday I arrived at The Porches after…
Your Blueeyed Boy
If we had to say what writing is, we would define it essentially as an act of courage. — Cynthia Ozick My mother’s mother, Ida, stood about four foot eleven inches tall and wore a size 3 and a half shoe. The entire time that I knew her (some 25 years) she wore variations of the classic “little old lady”…
Crush-ed in Annapolis
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. — G.K. Chesterton We had been on the road for nearly two weeks. First we flew up to Boston from Richmond to spend a glorious few days with our friends in Salem. Then we took the train (I love the train) down to Mystic, CT for a week to…
Fabulous Ferrara, City d’Este
“Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.” — Leigh Hunt My beautiful Campari It all started with the drink. I’ve adopted an Italian favorite as my summer drink this year. A tall, cold Campari and soda with a twist of lime. It’s the prettiest drink you’ve ever seen and — although I’ve been told it’s…
Homecoming
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Tim and I went home for a few days last week. The Friendship of Salem That sounds odd, even to me, since Tim grew up in New Jersey and Connecticut and I grew up in New York. But…
Yorktown Ho!
Make voyages! Attempt them. There’s nothing else. — Tennessee Williams I made a voyage the other day, and it was bon. A few months ago, the local sailing club invited Tim and me on a two-hour cruise (as opposed to Gilligan’s three-hour cruise) along the York River. Of course we said yes. Sometimes the best discoveries are found only a…
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