Summer reds
Paterfamilias is on an icebreaker wending his way through “a sea of light,” as he put it — the surrounding ice, after all, reflects the sunlight all twenty-four hours of the day. Oddly, while I’m…
View PostPaterfamilias is on an icebreaker wending his way through “a sea of light,” as he put it — the surrounding ice, after all, reflects the sunlight all twenty-four hours of the day. Oddly, while I’m…
View PostI’ve told you hardly anything about our time in Portugal, nothing about the time we spent in the Beira, a mainly rural region of mountains, terraced hillsides, garden-covered valleys, and sparkling rivers. We stayed at…
View PostFirst, a message from Misstic in honour of Bastille Day: Back on my island after a busy few days in Vancouver: I had lunch with my sister Rachel and my daughter Rhiannon at Griffin’s at…
View PostThank you so much for participating in my Blogaversery Contest. It was such fun meeting so many of you, long-time visitors and new ones. I’ve never had so many commenters before, and altho’ some of…
View PostIt’s this one’s birthday again, but she’s far away from me, in Toronto, where she’s cooking in the kitchens of a rather chic restaurant at an architectural hotspot (Torontonians such as Duchesse will probably guess,…
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