A Window Without a Face

Have you ever passed under the window of an old, abandoned house? Have you ever looked up, yearning for a beautiful face on the other side of the glass? Something about once proud houses now fallen into ruin that makes you slow down your step. A family once lived there. A man or a woman … Continue reading A Window Without a Face

Another Snowless Christmas

Another snowless Christmas in Bucharest—I’ve gotten used to them, but still… If it wasn't for the tree mother set up in the living room, the decorations in the shops and on the streets, and the Christmas Market under the Palace of the Parliament, I may not have even noticed the coming and going of Christmas … Continue reading Another Snowless Christmas

Midnight Park

Velvet quiet, wise lamps, lakes like oil spills, statues that wink behind you, and the soft flutter of sleepless birds... What's there not to like about a midnight park? And then you have the occasional oddball… Such as the Frenchwoman who was talking to herself and gesticulating fiercely on lone alleys, and then turned away … Continue reading Midnight Park