Sunday in LiguriaWhen I want a complete change of scenery, I get in the car and drive for 40 minutes. As soon as we cross the border into Italy, everything is suddenly different: the people, the language, the music, the clothes, the coffee (
especially the coffee).
A tantalizing taste of GenoaI had only half a day to explore Genoa, but thanks to a well-informed friend and the thoroughly researched book
Food Wine: The Italian Riviera and Genoa I put every minute to edible use.
A pint-sized gardenSome boys love trucks, others go mad for motorcycles: my son is crazy about cacti and just about anything else that grows.
November on the Italian RivieraWe celebrated Philippe's birthday by returning to Oneglia, on the Italian riviera.
Lunch in the LoftThe danger of inviting strangers into your home is that they might never want to leave, and it was 5pm by the time we all tore ourselves away, exchanging e-mails and promising to keep in touch.
A weekend in LiguriaI've been to Italy more times than I can count, especially since I moved to Nice. So you would think I would stop getting so childishly excited every time I cross the border.