Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Now that I’m home, I’d love to share some details about where and what we ate during our brief time in the south of France. Our meals ranged from bread, cheese and fruit to an indulgent bouillabaisse with plenty of the trois Ps (pizza, pasta and pastry) in between. Allow me to share some of … Continue reading Parlons de la food…
As I sit on the train waiting to pull away from our first destination in the South of France, the time seems right to share my impressions. There were aspects of Marseille which were as expected and others which came as a complete surprise. As I had imagined, the city was “gritty” in that same … Continue reading Marseille. What can I say?
This week, as I always try to do prior to flying, I had dinner with all three of my sons. This most recent gathering was at a couple of favorite neighborhood spots. N and I started at Nicole’s for wine, taking advantage of their excellent Wine Down Wednesday special with a bottle of tasty Montepulciano … Continue reading Traditional dinner
Which do you think sounds less prétentieux? The South of France” or “the French Riviera? In a few weeks, N and I are going to France together for the first time (other than an afternoon spent in Alsace last year). We’ll be dividing our time into 3 nights in Marseille and 4 nights in Nice. … Continue reading Au revoir, America
A lot has changed since I first began traveling to Europe. I’ve gone from having the heaviest piece of luggage in our friend group of 7 to being able to successfully pack for a 4 week trip in a small carry on bag. No longer do I have to watch every franc, guilder, pound or … Continue reading Sign your name
Most people, I think, believe that restaurants are a place to spend some time and take a meal. I suppose for many this is the basic truth. For those folks, though, I feel sad because a quality experience in a restaurant is about so much more than what goes into your mouth. I’ll give you … Continue reading My Dublin home
The most simplistic answer would be that momentous event occurred on September 21st, 1966 in early morning when I made my debut at the (now defunct) Manhattan Infirmary.* Because, although neither of my parents were American citizens, and only one of them is even listed on my birth certificate, by birthright I was declared American, … Continue reading When did America become “the country where I was born?”
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