Belated Postcards from Lisbon. . .
(Let’s pretend) I sent myself some postcards from Lisbon. What notes did I scribble to myself? Join me for a cup of tea and we can look at them together.
View Post(Let’s pretend) I sent myself some postcards from Lisbon. What notes did I scribble to myself? Join me for a cup of tea and we can look at them together.
View PostLilacs carry a childhood memory for me, as they did for my mother. And each May, as they bloom around Mother’s Day and my birthday, the memories stir again, evoked by fragrance, by tiny blossoms clustered against the sky.
View PostMy April books got me through the weeks of travel prep (and pre-travel anxiety) and through long flights and train journeys. Mysteries, memoirs, literary fiction, romance, and armchair travel — it’s all here! Click through to read more and join the book chat.
View PostI’m home now, looking back on those 17 days of solo travel as I settle into the daily rhythm of life here. From sketching in Lisbon, visiting the Prado in Madrid, being a flâneuse in Paris, and then back making bread in my Vancouver kitchen. . .
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