We flew home from San Francisco Sunday afternoon, my cold staking more territory with each passing hour, my laryngitis not aided one jot by the drying air of the plane. Exhausted as I was by…
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Right now, there are four or five centimetres of fresh snow on the railings of our apartment balcony, and freezing rain making a mess of the sidewalk — and the only boots here are unlined…
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Let me begin my post on eating with a photo of my cycling in Yountville — and mad props to Pater for setting this one up — I’d have sworn (based on much experience!) that…
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Not only am I trying to make some headway on an article I’m supposed to be writing (Research Leave isn’t all about traipsing around lovely new cities, after all), but I spent the weekend with…
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A week ago today, Pater and I were in a completely different climate (it’s 18 Celsius there today, apparently!) wandering through the foodie’s paradise that is San Francisco’s Saturday Ferry Market. We sampled a few…
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