We’ve begun a tradition of sharing our day’s ‘high/lows’ each night at dinner. The only rule is that we must narrow it down to one ‘high’ and one ‘low,’ though there is no penalty for stating multiples of either. I usually can’t help myself. Yesterday, my high was the train ride from Paris to Genoa,…
Before leaving for Paris, a friend I place in the tip-top echelon of ‘foodie,’ as she not only appreciates excellent food but flawlessly executes complex recipes herself, assured me that I would love the food. In her words: “The French take food very seriously. Everything you eat there is impressive.” After five days of doing…
After fifteen uncannily smooth hours in the air, many of which I passed reading Geoff Dyer’s “The Paris Trance” (how fitting) while picking my way through the 112 songs on HBO’s Girls’ soundtrack, I landed in Paris feeling the way that everyone feels after lengthy air travel: a distinct sense of accomplishment, as if it’d…
Somewhere Seeking 