I may have a thing for all things French, but may make an Italian exception–after all, who doesn’t love the...
A little slow with the updates, this week, I know–(sometimes there are not enough hours in a day). When I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, I think about donning my wellies à la Kate Moss at Glastonbury, or Marina Hanbury (although I probably wouldn’t wear them with a see-through evening gown) and head to the English countryside, the perfect place for repose . . .
A little later than usual planning our first summer adventure — destination still unknown — although lounging in the middle...
Dreaming, dreaming of this lovely boutique hotel in Sweden that promises idyllic afternoons in the fresh country air, delectable dishes...
It’s beautiful and balmy here, reminding me of tropical places like the Hotel Azucar in Veracruz, Mexico, a beach eco-resort...
Stumbled across a brief and beautiful post on Venice, and have fallen quite in love . . . still planning this summer’s travels and trying to resist a natural inclination to return to Paris again and again . . . perhaps Italy?
While it may be true that shall never tire of Paris or the south of France, always ready for new adventures and sometimes fun to go somewhere completely different, and on the last long weekend of the summer: The Windy City . . .