Peter and I are in Greece. Finally. When I booked our tix on Air France, I blithely made the “Air Chance” joke, completely forgetting that I had gotten screwed by them before. Instead, all I remembered was really good coffee, wine and buttery biscuits. But then I had plenty of time to recall my previous [...]
I’m usually pretty impervious to cute. Puppies–enh. Babies–hate ‘em. But I stopped by Mimi’s Closet, a new boutique up by Ditmars and I was totally bowled over by its adorableness. I know these kinds of places, where the plucky owner sits in an easy chair sewing the very things that are for sale on the [...]
Finally, through that esteemed mouthpiece that is The New York Times, the world knows that it does often suck to be a guidebook author: While the phrase “travel writing” may invoke thoughts of steamer trunks, trains, Isak Dinesen and Graham Greene, or at the very least, well-financed junkets to spas in Rangoon for some glossy [...]
As I just mentioned, Peter and I are moving. To 30th Avenue, the beating heart of Greek Astoria, just a couple of blocks from the 24-hour produce store that made me swoon on my very first visit to the neighborhood. A sort of homecoming, if you will, or my finally achieving my dream of living [...]