by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 21, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
These treats are what the residents of Basque country call pintxos (pronounced pinch-oss), the delicious and colourful treats that pass for dinner in the far north of Spain. Here, lunch seems to be the main meal of the day, so by day’s end the locals are looking...
by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 20, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
Wow. I don’t think I could have been more impressed if I were standing directly across from the Pyramids. Having always been in awe of Frank Gehry, seeing his Guggenheim Museum up close and personal in Bilbao, northern Spain, was almost spiritual in intensity....
by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 16, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
On the left is the entrance to an actual villa in Tuscany – technically Chianti country, a provincial region in itself – with a bona fide Tuscan out the front. The landscape on the right is the view from the back of the house. This blessed place was my...
by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 15, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
I have a good excuse for my absence for the past week: I have been eating and drinking my way through Tuscany courtesy of my friend Stefano Maccianti, whose second novel is about to be published in Italy (more on that soon), and whose parents happen to own –...
by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 8, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
Sitting in the balcony of Islington’s Almeida Theatre last night, it seemed bizarre that I had flown from New York to London only to watch a great American actress at work. My friend Maria had procured me a ticket to the London season of Clifford Odet’s...
by Virginia Lloyd | Sep 5, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
Here are two reasons why my Prospect Heights neighbourhood has been such fun during the year I’ve been living here – the eponymous Cheryl of Cheryl’s Global Soul Cafe on Underhill Street (literally around the corner from my apartment, my home away...