Although I'm usually the sort of girl who likes to stay in small, homey establishments, searching out great restaurants and secluded beaches, there was something utterly relaxing about having everything I needed in one beautiful location.
Last year for our first wedding anniversary and my 25th birthday my husband and I traveled to Italy for seven days. Five of those days were spent at the impressive Villa Marsili in the charming town of Cortona.
Those delicate little rounds of loveliness with their subtle yet somewhat nutty flavor, seem to be available at every turn in France. Spread on a baguette, or served warm in a salad, then consumed with a glass of Sancerre wine (yes, I'm a Sancerrean wine snob today, in yet another futile effort to hold onto any vestiges of Frenchiness that remain after returning home two weeks ago) is a quintessential French experience.
I confess I was envisioning a noisy hotel and crowded beaches overrun with screaming children and partying college kids. Reality was anything but that.
About an hour outside of St. Louis, MO, along a country road, you'll reach a town on the Mississippi River that resonates with the soul of Mark Twain. Clarksville, Missouri, may not be a place where you'd expect gourmet meals and first class accommodations, but let me clear that up for you. With Nathalie Pettus, the proprietor of Overlook Farm, you will be in good hands.
Sometimes lessons learned from traveling hit you right away, and sometimes they don't dawn on you until years later. Here's a start with six things I've been thinking about since I returned from my recent trip to the Loire Valley.
In 1940 the Nazi’s invaded Holland and before long were rounding up Jews and political dissidents, sending them off to prisons, concentration camps and forced labor. In a tall, narrow home just steps away from the Grote Markt, an elderly clock maker and his two unmarried, middle-aged daughters put plans in motion to save as many as they could.
Two champagne corks rested side by side in front of the park bench. What was the story behind them?
Imagine going to dinner at a stranger’s house, eating an excellent meal with a group of other unknowns and paying at the end of the evening. Sounds odd, doesn’t it? But this is exactly the premise on which London’s supper club phenomenon is based.