I don’t mind lists. They are OK in moderation, and if their creator cares about them. Nurtures them. Or at least approaches one like any travel story: ensuring what’s written adds to the conversation of a place or topic. Because otherwise it’s just … Read on
People like to say they live without regrets, but people can be liars. So let’s not be silly: everyone regrets something. And in this month’s UK version of National Geographic Traveller I explain why I have heaps of travel regrets, and how that … Read on
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about fudge in recent years. Not about eating it. I don’t like it. But why it’s fudge — even more so than taffy — that best marks an arrival for a “tourist trap” strip of … Read on
I played in clarinet in sixth grade, and a bit of seventh. Like all budding clarinetists, I picked the clarinet because there were already too many trumpet players. Everyone wanted to be brass. Brass is sort of the leather studs of the philharmonic. … Read on
For years, I’ve dreamed of traveling to a random place – preferably in the Caribbean – and pack a special tool to help find a deeper understanding of how local life really lives. I’m talking about a clarinet. And next week, I’m going … Read on
Manhattan has always been top-heavy, museum-wise. To see one, at least the big guys, you got to go uptown. The Whitney Museum of American Art – in a bizarre cubed building on an unsuspecting street of the Upper East Side – always felt … Read on
