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by mind as well as foot.
Tell us this story, goddess daughter of Zeus, beginning at whatever point you will.
- Homer
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From The Journal
On Versailles, Kidney Stones, Music, and Dissonance
I never cared much for the Palace of Versailles — all that suffocating excess topped with swarms of tourists. It’s like hot chocolate drowned in whipped cream — so sweet it hurts your teeth. But the gardens of Versailles? Yes, please. I could spend hours wandering through that sumptuous green labyrinth, half-convinced that some of the sculptures are watching me the moment I stop watching them.
A Journey Through the Visible and Invisible Conciergeries
With caffeine still buzzing in my veins, I was about to enter a place where history lingers not for hours but for centuries...
Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death — Coffee Houses and Revolution
Parisians may protest — I don’t care — but Rome has better coffee. The downside (or upside, depending on your temperament) of Italian cafés? They’re noisy, and you definitely can’t sit there for hours. With a laptop? God forbid. You’ll be banished. In an Italian café, Hemingway wouldn’t have written a single page. A chapter? Fuhgeddaboudit.