THE Kosk Pansiyon, a traditional guesthouse on the east coast of Cyprus, is the second-worst hotel I've ever stayed in. Dark and depressing, four creaky beds to a room, and an open-window “air-conditioning” system that wouldn't have been so bad if (...)
except, of course, when they do. A hunchbacked old woman, with Nixonian jowls and a face riven by time, might be shuffling through a Saturday-morning marketplace, and you'd think she'd never seen a happy day in her long life. Then, suddenly, her (...)
Paris, the city of light! Capital of romance! Home to epicures and bon vivants! - has always been, for me, something of a lonely city. I've visited several times before, and though I wasn't always solo (one trip was with my family, another was to (...)
