I remember when my father placed the candle onto Incan stone. No larger than a magnolia bud. Alabaster colored. The texture of an eyelid. A wick broken in a jacket pocket. It lit on the third match. We sheltered the candle in a mossy terrace corner and watched the...

Love, big topic. When I travel, part of my greatest enjoyment is in watching and talking to people. The worlds a fun and exciting place when you speak the language and ​even more mysterious when you don't. I speak neither French, except menu French, and no Japanese,...