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Blogging is a habit that, once escaped, proves surprisingly hard to recapture. But I was prompted by an email from a reader to put paws...
Blogging is a habit that, once escaped, proves surprisingly hard to recapture. But I was prompted by an email from a reader to put paws...
Over the last year or so, I’d begun to come to the conclusion that – perhaps as a result of having dengue twice – I...
During the heady days of 2020 when the pandemic was a new arrival and lockdowns a short-term novelty, popular wisdom among travel industry folks held...
The turn of a year is usually a time for optimism, for chucking out the carcass of a bad year and looking forward to a...
Since I bailed from Dubrovnik with Covid on my heels at the end of February, Zach and I have stayed, exclusively, in a little flat...
Long, long ago in the times BC (Before Covid), when 2020 was the start of a new decade rather than the dawn of the fire-flood-locusts-plague-unrest...
Bruges is crazy beautiful. Every bit as pretty as you’d expect a Hanseatic canal city to be, and even more opulent too. Particularly in January,...
Inspiration for a myriad Middle Eastern dictators, sundry competing Habsburgs, and, of course, the Trump Organization, Versailles needs no introduction. It’s as big, and as...
Zermatt, a painstakingly gorgeous Swiss valley town, where medieval hay barns preserved complete with hay do battle with watch stores, designer ski wear outlets and...
Switzerland in winter is every bit as beautiful as you imagine it. Limpid mountain lakes; proper snow-capped Alps; cutesy choo-choo cogwheel trains; clumps of snow...
Welp, Zach has finished school and is now officially grown. And, further, he’s been accepted to his first-choice college at his first-choice university, Oxford, to...