Monthly Archives: July 2011

Stormy July Night Panzanella

After a long, hot day – the sun so scorching that the pavement melts, and the trees wither… When storm clouds start piling up beyond the farthest apartment towers that you can see west in Moscow… And the wind whips … Continue reading

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Back to Work: the Good, the Bad, and the Great

If the metro smells like Russia – dank, dusty, like a greasy, wood replica-paneled Soviet escalator, then my office smells like Europe – dark coffee, cinnamon cookies and chocolate with the quiet hum of the printer and click of keyboards. … Continue reading

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Back to Russia: Culture Shock

Stepping off our calm, clean, air-conditioned Lufthansa flight it’s severe culture shock in the Domodedovo airport. It’s late, late at night. The sun has set and the lights are yellow. Someone is cleaning the floor. Flights from Germany, Kyrgyzstan and … Continue reading

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Notes From the Road: Venice

We love Venice! Green canal lapping at the wall just out the filmy white curtain at our hotel window. White-haired man slowly puttering the day’s catch home in his green-carpeted boat, and young man – tan with gold rings and … Continue reading

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Paris Fashion

There were lots of stereotypes about Paris I didn’t expect to be true, but actually, most of them were. Paris at night along the Seine WAS romantic, people were wearing stripes, the waiters were rude, and we even saw mimes. … Continue reading

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Notes From the Road: Paris

Paris was, in a word, overwhelming. We only had four days here, and wanted to take in as much as we could. Stepping off the night train from hot, sunny Italy, Paris greeted us with a rush of cool air, … Continue reading

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Notes from the Road: Bologna

So relaxed, sitting here in a slightly sticky black plastic chairs outside the gelateria, carved into one of Bologna’s long orange and red colored porticoes. If the city had a color, it would be red. If it had a scent, … Continue reading

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