France (March 2022) – While the giant and his brood prepare to explore my homestead - I fondly think back to theirs. To the jaunts through history, art and culinary delights. Situated on Ile Saint-Louis is a small triangular parkette which is an ideal place to people-watch with a glorious Berthillion gelato in hand. 

Canada (August, 2023) – Back to life; back to usual wander through one the city's modern garden paradise.  Currently the pond outside the museum has been transformed into an abstract installation; which reads.... “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen". Rumi's words permeate the entire space, with a feeling of connectivity - beyond religion, beyond boundaries, beyond the feeble human mind. 

India (December, 2016)  – When I need to relax, calm down, settle into a reflective mental headspace I often think back to mountain tops and monasteries. Back to altitudes, heightened attitude, deep breaths and the small details. It's a release which brings comfort, creates more wanderlust and a sense of freedom.

France (March, 2022) – Maybe it's the current mood; but there is an air of nostalgia humming around. After lunch; we walked back to Jardin des Plantes for a discovery tour of Les Grande Serres. Each glass hub provided a new climate; with new foliage, new blooms and exotic scents. It was a lovely afternoon with an old dear friend, rediscovering old haunts.

France (September, 2014) – A little creepy, a little eerie and out of the normal comfort zone, the Natural History museum and its famed collection of bones is a marvel to explore. The galleries have glass windows which allow a luminous light to magnify some rather haunting skeletal shadows. Entry into mammalia begins with human anatomy and ends in dramatic fashion with a blue whale carcass. My favorite section though is the glass ceiling gallery, and its skeleton collection of monstrous beasts and outrageous fossils.

Mexico (November, 2017) – After a whirlwind experience; lost in a world of fantastical beasts, devils, catrina's, a multitude of public altars, processions and a little mescal, we migrated back to the country's capital for a few days. We ended our journey by making the pilgrimage into the absurd world of Kahlo and Diego.

India (December, 2016) – We spent much of the morning driving up the mountain roads to admire a sacred lake; the result of glacier runoff. In my humble opinion, the panorama upwards and out was more spectacular than the final destination. Hills upon hills, clouds, mist, dew, and majestic blue skies. We stopped for a brief repose at the side of the mountain road. Looking back towards Seven Mile, a tiny hillside village with a little convenience shop and a beautiful row of pray wheels made of large plastic rasgulla containers. The repose allowed us to reimagine the crazy mountain road we had just survived.