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Some History I first read this book in the original French when I was writing my undergraduate thesis in French Studies (and my level of comprehension was much better), so re-reading it in English was like remembering a dream (appropriate for a surrealist text, eh?). Surrealism has always intrigued me: its bewildered misogyny, its emphasis […]
What do you think of when I say “Fanfic”? Neville Longbottom acting out stories about himself at the Fringe, perhaps? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtJAqSbzyKw No? Maybe you think of the ridiculous success that Fifty Shades of Grey turned into after starting as a humble fanfic for another surprising best-seller? What am I getting at here? Fanfic doesn’t have […]
If I don’t have another task to complete, I tend to hit refresh on Facebook until my eyes cross. It’s as if my brain were programmed with this as default: IF no tasks THEN refresh Facebook. The trick, I think, is setting tasks in my internal library.
Good Ol’ Jane Austen I’m leaving the country soon, and I need to send some books home when my family visits next month. Consequently, when it came time to find my next book to review, instead of perusing second hand stores, I looked at my own bookshelf. Last August, I visited Bath with two friends, and there was […]
Sometimes, the most telling details are found in unlikely places I was introduced to this exercise at Bekki Hill‘s workshop “It’s Not Just What You Say” at the Winchester Writer’s Festival back in June (used with her permission). Explore your character by exploring his or her hands. Think about it: what do your hands look […]
After the tour of Hotel Burrhus, I bid au revoir once again to Laurence and go in search of the Roman bridge that leads to the medieval town. I wind through the Grand Rue, a pedestrian street, past outdoor displays of handmade goods and designer clothes. Parents grasp the sticky hands of children holding cones of gelato, and several people walk their dogs.
So often sleeping in a hotel bed is uncomfortable, but not at Hotel Burrhus: I have no back-ache this morning, and I rise with energy. At the reception, Laurence, the owner, greets me and asks if I would like coffee or tea. She invites me to sit on the deck and enjoy the weather. Outside, the square is full of voices: merchants hawking their wares, tourists haggling with them. “It’s the Tuesday market tomorrow,” Anouchka had told me, eyes glittering. “It’s village-wide. You’ll like it.” From the terrace, I have a bird’s eye view of the canvas roofs over each stall.
The road to Vaison from Orange is narrow and winding. The bus takes us through tree-lined alleyways and past vibrantly green vineyards. For most of the drive, we’ve had a spectacular view: clusters of tan and terracotta buildings—too few to call a town—perched around churches or towers on forested hills.
Here is a daily itinerary for 72 hours in Biarritz, France, the historic surfing town in the Basque region. Originally posted on Slow-Chic.com
Do I like to travel? For anyone who knows me, this may seem like a “duh” question. I have spent the last month and a half in four different countries and I’m not heading home for another week. But somebody asked me again the other day: Do you like to travel? And I had to […]