Terra cotta stucco. Spiky plant life. Outdoor tile work. Sunshine. Things that fit in so naturally in the American Southwest that you can't get away with in New England. OK, sunshine maybe.
June 7, 2016
June 6, 2016
June 5, 2016
Dorchester, MA. August, 2015
Who of my friends here has the best T-shirt? The best facial expression? The best footwear? The best legs?
June 4, 2016
San Francisco. July, 2006
The Palace Hotel, fabled in legend and in song. When I got to SFO a day earlier than my business required, I signed on for a tour of this municipal landmark. And I was not disappointed. We ambled through this Garden Court, through hallways, sample rooms, the kitchen, you-name-it. I learned that the current 1909 structure is built upon the ruins of the earlier 1875 Palace Hotel, destroyed in the great earthquake. (The tour guide was a saucy thing, not one of those starchy New England types who seem imposed upon as they allow you access to homes not their own.) The hotel's Pied Piper bar is home to a beautiful Maxfield Parrish mural of the children's tale. In 2013, the Palace's owners tried to remove the mural to sell it through Christie's auction house for an estimated $5 million. San Franciscans were outraged and protested so powerfully that the greedy owners relented, restored the mural and returned it to its proper place. Phew!
June 3, 2016
Istanbul. June, 2007
Pictured, my introduction to the glories of a Turkish breakfast. June 3, 2007, with my friend Nick at a cafe in Tunel Square in Istanbul. And every June 3 since, no matter where I am, I try to assemble a Turkish-style morning meal that honors that first one. Let's see what this morning brings.
June 2, 2016
Boston. July, 2014
Generally, I like Apple products and enjoy the Apple stores. Here I am at the latter trying out one of the former. Why did someone at Apple think this psychedelic photo feature was a good idea, one worth developing?
June 1, 2016
Montreal. October, 2006
Well, my May diet seems to have imploded, so I'm aiming for more sensible eating in June. What that means is: I'll think of bread, pasta, crackers, tortilla chips, you-name-it, 24/7. Not really. But I'm off to a good start with this photo of Le Fromentier, our favorite bakery in Montreal. One of each, please.
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