The Seaside Barista

A few Thursdays ago, on the 18:56 Eurostar from Brussels-Midi to London St. Pancras, an elderly, dyed-in-the-wool trade union…

There’s a thing about me you should know. I hate touristy things. And on top of the list of…

I’m lucky to live just up the road from Paris. I can get there in a three hour drive, or better yet, one hour on the mighty…

I don’t know about you. But every time I step on a plane, I wonder if it is my last step off terra firma. That moment where one foot…

Once, in a plane, sailing high above the ocean, through the dark night to a meeting about…