Yesterday was a stunningly beautiful day in Paris — we had enjoyed a glorious sleep-in, our first good sleep since arriving at Heathrow on Wednesday, facilitated by the quiet in our apartment, and so didn’t…
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We spent Friday morning at the National Portrait Gallery, one of my favourite institutions in London. We saw two photograph exhibitions, one the work of E.O. Hoppé, and the other focusing on Ida Kar. Both…
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This is the sort of delightful surprise that makes walking in London so rewarding. Camels as supports for benches? All along the riverfront, these never fail to make me smile. . . . by the…
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Today’s the day. All the house-sitting, pet-sitting, mail pick-up has been arranged, all our good-bye visiting has been done, a few last-minute items to pick up and we’re off late this afternoon. The worldwide headlines jangle…
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Gary Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story is not only super sad but also both frightening and funny. It occurs in the very near future (“oh, let’s say next Tuesday,” the flyleaf suggests) when our portagonist,…
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