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Category Archives: Letters and dispatches
Oh, Jerusalem, in the snow…
To get to Jerusalem from Amman, you would have to get to the Jordanian security checkpoint at King Husseyn (Allenby) Bridge, cross the bridge itself (a mere few minutes of a bus ride the last time I did it!), pass … Continue reading
To Andalusia..
A slightly revised version of a dispatch originally posted in summer, 2011. Madrid, Barrio of Trafalgar, May 2011 It was Mahmoud Darwish, by his own personal and poetic admission a lover of Andalusia, who said about love—that love is either … Continue reading
Posted in Cities and towns, Letters and dispatches, Passages and Homes, Small joys, Those we Love
Tagged Albaiacin, Andalusia, Darwish, poems of love, Spain, travel
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A city, a melody, and the past….
~~My “little” essay, Petite Fleur, has just been posted on The Common. http://www.thecommononline.org/dispatches/petite-fleur~~
A wayward couple in South America I: Argentina
There are voyages, there are journeys, there are travels, and then there is tourism. I am not sure which one fits the South American wanderings of my dear friends Rostom Sarkissian and Lilit Baldjyan, but it does not look to … Continue reading
Posted in Armenians, Cities and towns, Letters and dispatches, Ordinary places, Passages and Homes, Rx for Maladies
Tagged Argentina, Bueos Aires, El Bolson, El Chalten, Iguazu Falls, Lilit Baldjyan, Peninsula Valdez, Perito Moreno. El Calafate, Recoleta Cemetery, Rostom Sarkissian, San Martin de los Andes
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Between worlds in Morocco…
~~From time to time, I post photographs (and sometimes accompanying texts) from friends and colleagues who are out in the world traveling. Today’s offering is from a dear friend, Asbed Kotchikian, who is in Morocco. Here are his images and … Continue reading
In Jordan: The return of the second native language
You know the moment, an hour or two before you are to land in a country you know well, have left for some time, and are now returning to it. The country may be your native or adopted homeland; you … Continue reading
Autumn fading…
~~My little sleepy town of Belmont, MA is nothing to brag about. Yes, it has a reputation as an affluent town. Yes, Mitt Romney lives here and gets his hair cut (and gelled and shined) at the swanky hair stylist … Continue reading
Posted in Cities and towns, Letters and dispatches, Ordinary places
Tagged belmont, Common Street, fall foliage, MA, New England autumn, travel
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First loves: Notes on Peter Brook’s “The Grand Inquisitor”
Dear Y., …and so it was that on a rainy Boston evening, we skipped together to the Paramount Theater, battling the puddles and the light snow, to see Peter Brook’s “The Grand Inquisitor.” We were full with food and wine … Continue reading
Posted in Aging, well enough, Letters and dispatches, Ordinary places, Rx for Maladies, Those we Love
Tagged Beirut College for Women, Edward Albee, Grotowski, Nicol Hall, Paramount Theater in Boston, Peter Brook, The Empty Space, The Grand Inquisitor, The Zoo Story, theater, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
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Your favorite Truffaut scene
Dear Tamar, Today, I went to visit our dear friend Francois Truffaut at the Montmartre Cemetery. It was a beautiful Boston-like day, the wind rustling through the trees and between the grave stones. As I had promised you, I bought … Continue reading
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We grow old, we grow old…
By our last count, after dinner last night here in Cologne, we–my dear friend A.B. and I– had enjoyed each other’s company in eleven different towns and cities, across three continents–the US, Europe, and the Middle East–and during more than … Continue reading
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