-2.3 C
Nice, France
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
  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...
He couldn’t be a converso. But he could be a Gitano.   He has the song that echoes of his fathers. It was a primitive cry. A sort of spiritual chant but somewhere along the rustic lines and the shattering jondo...
  Why do I find it hard not to be charmed or even excited by the sound of  shattering ice when some liquid is poured on to it, or when the sizzle of meat hits a searing grill, the ping...
  There’s a new wind blowing in Bangkok.   It’s not that it’s going to storm. It’s a kind of breeze, refreshing enough to cool down the sweltering heat, and the kind that stimulates a visiting traveler’s imagination.   Taking advantage of a break...
  Bangkok is bewildering and bewitching, but most of all Bangkok is hot. In the glare of the tropical sun, it could either catapult almost everyone out of the one’s comfort zone or even spoil its ever swelling number of...
  Most everyday at six, old wooden carts pass and move along the narrow cobblestoned alleyways hauling merchandise of freshly picked cucumbers, tomatoes, nuts and assorted vegetables. Here at the Grand Bazaar, farmers in their turbans make up the early...
  Bouillabaisse .  For first timers, getting the correct pronunciation is hard. Yet it’s even harder to spell it. For first timers, it’s also easier to have a bowl of soup in Shanghai, Japan or even in Malaysia, where slurping...
  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...
  Half an hour past midnight, my travel partner is still on the other end of the line – talking fast and laying out the plan.   Quite frankly, it’s a series of plans. Or, more precisely: a mezze expressed in descriptive...
  There was nothing but the gentle lapping, splashing and sedating sound of the waves, and the occasional cry of a passing gaff-rigged motorboat or the crisp April zephyr blowing from the shore of Punta Engaño on the Island of...

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