I’ve never seen Siena’s dramatic annual horse race, Il Palio, but I’d read about it before we visited last fall. And I very quickly saw traces of the city’s horse culture throughout the winding narrow streets of its historic centre. Walk through it with me? click to read the full post.
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This week so far, it’s taking all I have to keep my classes lively, remember my husband’s name when I get home, and try to stay awake until 9 p.m., which seems the earliest possible…
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Paris: blocks away from the whimsical graffiti I featured inmy weekend post is this much more aggressive array, reflecting an area (in the 20th) where gentrification is displacing what seems to have been housing more…
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I’m using my extra hour today (such a gift! will almost make up for having to come home in total darkness after work this week) to mark papers. Thus, not only have I little of…
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In the interests of really being where I am (in Fredericton, NB) at the moment — after all, I paid the conference, travel, and accommodation fees, NOT to be blogging, but to be out there…
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