KELLY'S GONE AGAIN
…AND HERE'S WHERE I'M AT.Archive for June, 2009
#39. Les Adrets: Life in the South of France So Far
First, to all of you who have been wondering where and how I’ve been the last couple of weeks, thanks for your concern — definitely feeling the love. Second, the short answer: the South of France, and it’s fantastic.
This is true, for me, especially in the morning. I enjoy nothing more than sitting in a straw-backed chair at some random cafe, watching the days begin for so many locals: parents holding hands of school children on the way to/from class, town markets packaging up olives and meats and cheeses and vegetables for customers, and friends sitting down for a coffee and croissant. The best thing, though, has got to be the baguette.
#38. Torino: Last Stop in Pictures
This afternoon I’m on my way, finally, to France. Before I go though, a quick update on my last moments in Italy.
I’ve spent the last week in Turin, situated in the Piemonte region in the northwest of the country, and an interesting urban home to things like contemporary art, the bicerin (cream, espresso, chocolate), and the 2006 Winter Olympics. Aside from a day I spent in Alba (hazelnuts, Nutella, truffles), I’ve filled my time with walking, espresso, sculpture, gelato, city tram rides and, of course, people watching.
There is a lot to see here, and I only skimmed the surface. “Read the rest” to see what some of it looked like. Read the rest of this entry »
#37. Modena & Bologna: Eating My Way Through Italy
You may have heard about “eating your way through Italy” tours. Such itineraries are created solely around culinary pleasure, ranging from delicate, civilized wine tasting to achingly-full menus of meats, cheeses and pastas, the mere consideration of which constitute outright, glorious gluttony.
I’ve eaten very well here, but certainly didn’t plan for that kind of trip. And then I found Bologna. Though I only spent a short time in “La Grassa” (or, as translated, “The Fat One”), it’s for the best. In the words of one of my best friends, the food was “dee-licious,” and I shudder to think what could become of my cholesterol levels had I elected to stick around.
