January dreaming and restaurant rave: memories of a perfect lunch at L’Escargot Montorgueil on a warm summer day during an anniversary trip to Paris
Fierro Argentine Grill is a very casual, very chill outdoor eatery, but the service is 4-star. So is the food. And the relaxed outdoor seating and ambiance is a plus, making you feel like everything is ok and you could sit there all afternoon and just enjoy life.
These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
Tom-Erik and his wife Anne-Grethe ooze gracious Norwegian hospitality, making you feel as welcome and easy as a summer sunset at their home in Kongsberg.
Boreas Pass in central Colorado is scenic, lovely, unspoiled and a call from nature to join her.
Paris always has a surprise in store for you. Walking in this city at night is the best way to lasso that travel serendipity that happens when you don’t have a plan but are open to whatever comes along.
Still reminiscing about Paris, I have a little Glover Gardens Makes the Bigtime story for you, set at Bistro des Augustins in the City of Lights.
Grab a cup of coffee and I’ll walk you through a couple of happy hours I spent with my camera on Easter afternoon at the Tarryall Reservoir State Wildlife Area.
Let’s step back in time, to a weekday in April of 2017, and together experience my lunch and subsequent walk to one of our offices in the outskirts of Paris.
Wishing you all more whimsy than ‘grimsy’ during this crazy winter of pandemic…. stay safe, everyone, and enjoy those small moments.
The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.
A picture that captures the crazy COVID-19 quarantine situation we are all experiencing, and the beauty of the music school at the University of Miami.
The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
RIP, K-Paul’s. You will be missed, but not forgotten. Our celebration of your cuisine and legacy will continue as long as we are able to make a roux or blacken a fish.