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Nice, France
Saturday, February 23, 2019
“You don’t wake up in the morning with the sound of a boorish alarm clock like a cat that’s hit by a pan. You don’t scuttle, walk like a zombie and hurriedly go downstairs for a sip of coffee...
August is coming to a close in Lucca, a masterfully preserved medieval Italian city situated some 50 kilometers to the west of Florence and a short 15 minute drive from Pisa’s Galileo Galilei International Airport. The sweltering Tuscan heat...
The train heading to the city center whizzes by after halting for a few seconds at the Kuala Lumpur Central Station. Echoing from a distance, one can still hear the rumbling of the engines like an ominous thunder in...
Winter is like of my neighbor’s receding hairline. Its decline is subtle and gradual. Inconspicuous from day to day. Yet, while seasons regenerate and are renewed by annual equinoxes, his crowning glory showed no signs of recovery. Sitting at the...
  When William Graves opened the door of his father’s old casa in the undulating side of Deià on the island of Majorca, his eyes twinkled. Elena, whom he had been married to for 48 years, was with him. He was...
  The sight of a solid, 20-inch bluish-green body adorned with protruding red spots greeted us.   In perfect stillness, I saw him glued to the wall like an exquisite adornment. His physical demeanor told me to stay away. Yet the more...
In many ways, a story can always be written and at times, be told. If I have to start mine, I’d like begin in the region of Bordeaux.   Now, this is a story about passion, patience and tradition. Like stories...
  The strong smell of black coffee, served in a plastic cup no bigger than a shot glass startled me from my deep slumber.   As one flight attendant pushed the cart forward, tightly squeezing it along the narrow neon-lit aisle while...
  Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern...
  Either he picked up the wrong colors or has probably run out of paint; Paul Cézanne, the most rebellious of the 19th-century French artists, painted his work of art “Le Lac d’Annecy” – unromantically.     It was July 1896 at Talloires...

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