In the far corner of old town Bratislava at the end of Kapitulska Street, stands a music house. It was built in the 17th century, owned by the Catholic church, and provided to the music director of Saint Martin’s Cathedral,… Read More ›
the world inbetween
Hiking Burgundy … again
Pat and I came to Paris for five weeks at the end of April. Given it was a short trip, we only took one break from the city—a long weekend to walk the southern half of the Côte d’Or of… Read More ›
Ode to a Coffee Shop
It was the Thanksgiving before last, and our family was gathered in Charlottesville, Virginia. In keeping with tradition, as we sat around the table each of us shared a personal thanks. This particular year, we added a caveat—we could only… Read More ›
A Story About Chance, Lost Teeth, and Old Men
It’s been an unforeseen start to 2024. In December, we decided to spend January in Paris. The winter days are short and dreary, but not snowy. They are cold, but seldom freezing. It’s a fallow time, and fallow was what… Read More ›
A Story of Needlepoint and Vermeer
I saw my first Vermeer when I was around ten-years-old. It came together over the course of countless months as I watched my grandmother needlepoint a myriad of colors stitch by stitch into a piece that she christened My Little… Read More ›
The World In Between 