. . . had been planning to debut this fun new feature earlier in the week, but it’s the holidays...
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.“ ~thomas...
. . . spending most of our summer weekends away in the countryside, markets and antique shops on saturday mornings,...
. . . always lovely to have a saturday afternoon to spend at the market, and recently did just that:...
. . . while evenings in the city may be spent in heels and cocktail dresses, weekends away in the country are laid-back in a quilted Barbour and a pair of wellies, and after the apple orchards and pumpkin patches, the golden fields of wheat and rustling yellow leaves, a perfect afternoon for an autumn picnic for two . . .
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 . . .
Spent part of last weekend in Lake Placid, where fresh mountain air, a cozy chalet, a gondola ride, and dinner...
I love it when, every season, things get a little nautical in the dying days of winter. It’s stylish and fresh, and always reminds me of off-shore breezes and the sound of the crashing waves that used to lull me to sleep . . .
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 . . .
If you find yourself in Edinburgh, Scotland, and looking for a seriously lovely place to lay your weary traveler’s head,...
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