The temperature is hot. Not quite the marks of 30 degrees Celsius recorded in August but warm. Patrons drink their orange-coloured Spritz in the cafes by the canals. At times I even abandon my Co...
Upon disembarking the train at Venezia Santa Lucia station, a gaggle of porters, portabagagli, identifiable by their hand carts, greet us. The initial offer centers around luggage transportation ...
Gaye, my wife, emerges from the Venezia Santa Lucia train station and is in love. Barely two steps out of the station, wonder appears: the Grand Canal, the Vaporetto stations, the bridges across ...
The day following our rail strike adventure, we arrive at Florence’s Santa Maria Novella train station 30 minutes before our rescheduled departure. We are learning. Find the departures boar...
The lineup to snag a taxi outside Santa Maria Novella train station stretches from the regular cab stalls beyond the station's main doors. Just one of many scenes of chaos generated by the one-day tra...
A train strike was announced the day before our scheduled trip on a fast train from Rome to Venezia. Wanting official advice, if not reassurance, we walked to Roma Termini and waited in a long li...
I have a particular fondness for those who take the ordinary tools of life and turn them into art. Implements like knives, belt buckles, boots, paper, and pencils make the list. Fountain pens, in...
James cut my hair for over 30 years. He recently dared to retire without considering the disruption this might inflict on my life. When talking about his retirement, he did not seem to exhibit any of ...
The man in the leather jacket sitting across from me in the Montreal airport boarding lounge bends over as if to lessen the pain in his stomach. His wife remains ramrod upright, stoically holding a ph...
My black Travelpro 19” International Carry-on lies open and empty on the bed. My wife packed her desert taupe Monos Carry On days ago. In packing for this three-week trip to Italy, my wife h...