What can a photograph show you? I was bored and went to LA, as one does. And it was there that I met the photographer. The photographer was from New York and had coral pants and gymnastic eyebrows. He was shooting for the post-modernist German music collective whose performance I…

The small autonomous region of Basque Country that stretches across the border of southern France and northern Spain is one of the best places to eat in the world. Nestled between the rugged slopes of the Pyrenees and the Bay of Biscay on the Atlantic, its stunning and varied geography…

On a recent Saturday in downtown Cincinnati, my sister and I rushed across a street into a doorway, and not just to escape the biting winter wind. A wisp of pink neon script above the narrow frame hinted coyly at the location of Abigail Street, a Mediterranean wine bar and…

Recently, I saw the eclectic rocker St. Vincent’s first concert in the five boroughs since the start of the pandemic. More than a show — which it was in every sense — the event re-cut the ribbon on concertgoing and offered celebratory worship at the temple of New York City. …

A Wednesday evening stroll south down 1st Avenue in early summer seems to suggest that nothing is happening. And then, one encounters the Beekman building at East 49th Street. …

Quick, what’s a girl to do when she’s dashing straight from work to a sailboat cruise in Chelsea Piers on a Friday and needs a bite? Lo and behold! With an oversized menu, walk-up counter, and the gleaming holy grail of Impossible Burger signage, said girl and her companion could…

The French have this great phrase: on y va. It’s a small thing, nothing special. Literally it means: we are — or they are, or someone is — going there. Functionally it means: let’s go! …

Recently I got away for a few days to think and focus on work. I took a bus up and down the hills of Pennsylvania to a writer’s retreat center surrounded by farms. At the end of the journey was a tiny, private cabin and no obligations for days, just…