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Byrrh in Catalonia
The colors of Collioure in France have drawn artists and those with any heart for a century or longer. They drew us in on the apex of a drive through Catalonia during August, and completely melted my heart. But the town is more complex than a few restaurants along the front, the street market on…
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A Toast To Normandy
We spent a week in Normandy commemorating the 75th anniversary of Operation Overlord, or, as we know it in the United States, D-Day. Everywhere we went, from our outpost in Dives-sur-Mer to the reaches of Point du Hoc, we witnessed an outpouring of emotion from the veterans making one last visit to the beaches they…
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Méribel, Après-Ski
From the top I could ski into three different valleys, an immense swath of France’s Alpine glory at my feet. If there was enough snow at Méribel to make a piste to the bottom, it would be one magical journey lasting a good 30 minutes. Eh, ce ne fait rien. That season, 2016-2017, was absolute…
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Rosé In Montmartre
I’ve felt vaguely bad in the past for floating an ice cube in my glass of white to chill it, to make it more refreshing. I thought this was An American Thing, one more demonstration of our strange love affair with ice in our drinks. Though I’d never put a cube in any nuanced white–or,…
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A Leffe In The City Of Love
While Paris lies under a flooded Seine, I remember the time spent there over so many years. My favorite city, a city for love, but one in which I’ve often been happiest alone. Why is that, in the midst of the City of Light, would I feel most part of her love when sitting solo…