1 March 2015
One recent lazy Sunday morning, I found myself scanning through hundreds of photographs on my iPad. It was the height of winter in NYC and the temperature outside had dipped far below freezing.
From my window, I could see the streets and sidewalks littered with dirty snow and ice from the blizzard that swept through weeks back. But inside my apartment, the warmth from the radiator and Edith Piaf’s quivery voice from the turntable made me almost forget the cold.
I swipe my index finger on the iPad screen and come across pictures from my recent trip to France. And I am wistful.
Medieval hilltop village of Gordes