An African Easter

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
The first Easter I recall took place in Africa. I must have been 6 or so, my sister, Gaëlle about 4. A cute little “thing” with unruly golden locks and porcelain-blue eyes. And sometimes a pest of course in her older brother’s eyes. But that’s the way it goes between brothers…

A New York state of mind

New York is one of a handful of cities across the globe where you can go back again and again, and both feel immediately at home and discover something new around every corner. (The Hudson river, between Tribeca and Soho; “Noy Joysey” across the water). (To my NJ friends: no offense meant, I just love accents)…