Recipe
A Bridge Across Time
The Luberon had gifted us a day of wandering—black olive tapenade from Gordes, rust-colored dust clinging to our shoes in Roussillon, and a bottle of rosé chilled just enough to temper the heat of the sun.
Travel
Travel
The Cartography of Trinkets
To travel is to surrender to change—to gather the world in small, unassuming pieces, and find, in their quiet utility, a map of who we have become, because it is impossible to travel and remain unchanged.
poetry
Apollo's Gate
Just below the walk, under Apollo’s Gate, there is a small beach at the edge of the protected cove. You walk down steps into the Mediterranean and float on your back looking up at the ancient ruin. It is calm and serene until the Blue Star Ferry arrives, the