. . . have been meaning to share these photographs for ages now, from a few months ago, on a...
IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE that it has been a month already since we were in Bordeaux, France, and if you follow...
"Have you ever thought that you would be living in Spain?" It's a question that P asks often, and my answer is always the same: no, never in a million years had I ever imagined that we would, on a whim, move here, having never visited before, and to this particular city, as opposed to the more predictable choices of Barcelona or Madrid. Not because it's not a wonderful place to live, to be sure, but because I (like many others, it would seem) had never even heard of Valencia before.
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 . . .
Unlike la dernière fois/the last time, when some four thousand photographs were accidentally lost, save for a few that lingered on instagram, from this particular stay in Paris, there are a few beautiful photographs to share.
My day at Versailles was one of the prettiest days of my life. I personally went in knowing I would experience over-the top opulence, but I had no idea how beautiful the grounds of the palace were. I spent hours wandering alone through the forest and fields, sitting in the grass and reading, just like in the Sofia Coppola edition of Marie Antoinette. It was a dream.
WE ARRIVED IN PORTUGAL’S LARGEST CITY (and capital) after a quick afternoon flight, landing in driving late-November rain just after...
. . . often, in past weeks, thoughts have been drifting to the misty waters and dusky mountains of a...
This letter arrives months late, but with good reason, for it has been the most eventful past few months ever, we can assure you! Life-changing in many ways, both personally & professionally, the year 2015 will go down in history as one to remember always.
I love Paris early in the morning. The city is slowly waking up, chairs are starting to line up in front of cafés, streets are smelling of viennoiseries. Le petit-déjeuner is often a pan au raisins.
