These beauties are just perfect to suit a late afternoon. Coarse and cakey, salty-sweet and with a gentle crust, they pair well with a tall, cold glass of milk, the sofa and a good book.
November 18, 2014
November 03, 2013
Barcelona- City Ghosts
I love city ghosts. Faintly feathering about their shimmering way, slipping through doorways, turning street corners, shuddering in re...
October 25, 2013
Barcelona- A Dark Love Story
I hadn't planned to see you but knew that at some point, I would be drawn in your direction by an irresistible lull; the force of habit...
July 21, 2013
My 27th Year- The Sun and the Moon
And so walk I did, right from autumn into winter- a kaleidoscope of colours flickering their final fancy before crumb...
July 15, 2013
My 27th Year- We Walk
And so there I was again- back to square one after a long learning interval and I wasn't quite sure where to start. I only knew that I ...
July 04, 2013
My 27th Year- Leaving Barcelona
My first month at 27 was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all and also the final of my two years in Barcelona. I see it now as a fork in t...
June 23, 2013
Under Our See
I remember the day I discovered the lull of the tide. We were standing there, my father and I, in the late afternoon at the water's e...
May 02, 2013
Dear Celia
Dear Celia, Truthfully, I know not where to start this letter, which I feel as I have been writing for ten long years. I cannot recall ...
April 08, 2013
The Station Walk
Despite the bitter, haughty huff of the eastern wind that flurries and unfurls its icy fold, by darkness and by day, my window sits slightl...
March 25, 2013
A Cat's Life #3
Another week gone by in our waiting game for the spring to arrive and in my personal quest for world domination. In between little meetin...
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