bits & pieces of my travels
Cap d’Antibes, of literary legend. The air is cold and pretty. Dainty, crisp. Smells of seaweed and seamist, triggering beach memories of home. The rocks are unforgiving, silver and white. And the sun is so, so vibrant. Warm on my face. It’s hot, but the light gusts make it feel cool. I picked up the [...]
Menton, last French town before Italy, where both cultures meet, sandwiched between sea and the sun. Citrus wonderland, citrus fest. Citrus dragon, citrus camel, citrus tree, citrus pop at the annual Fête du Citron. A cloud of confetti and cascading crowd. On the beach, it’s calm. Speckles of sea glass; the hum of people and [...]
Monaco is light, color, action. Hills. Down, up, down, up. People, but not too many. Pastels. High rises. Ornate villas. The smell of that green palm plant behind the church in the old town. The sea kayakers. The gardens. The vantage high above the harbor. Compact, but rich in culture. Glamorous, but inviting. Intriguing. Exotic. [...]
Antibes smells like the marina - my favorite smell - fishy, fresh. The waves, violent, crashing. The air is light. The bustling streets surprising for this time of year (February). It’s Saturday night, and I am all alone. Walking along the waterfront, enjoying the familiar sensations of the sea. Families, babies, dogs on walks. Flowers. [...]
Timișoara was grey and damp, warmed for us by the welcome and generosity of local friends, who we came to visit. Woke up to a soft flurry of snow outside, settling on the orange-brown rooftops. Cobblestone streets, three squares connected by small grids, diverse architecture and so much color. Still, the streets are physically marked [...]
Fairytale Castle Combe - a real life movie set or a scene from Disney World (it has, in fact, been used as a movie set). Teeny, tiny, charming cottages. Unicorn Lodge, Malthouse, Combe Cottage, The Gates. An honesty-box bakery outside. We walked to the stream, through the square, past the old post office. We walked [...]
