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 . . .
. . . a wonderful wednesday afternoon and thoughts are drifting, drifting to far off places — to romantic canals and glass museums, tiny boulangeries and grand archways, a sweet nostalgia for all the places we have been, and all of the places still in our dreams . . .
Dreaming, dreaming of this lovely boutique hotel in Sweden that promises idyllic afternoons in the fresh country air, delectable dishes...
A little later than usual planning our first summer adventure — destination still unknown — although lounging in the middle...