Posts tagged travel

Italians understand and take to the beach like nothing I’ve ever seen. My favorite moment was watching the small crowd at Th Scala dei Turchi in Sicily. The white rock made of chalk quickly dissolved into a soft clay that people wore around the beach for its “beauty benefits” but it made them look like children dressed in war paint or in some cases like greek statues come to life.

The Story of A Panic

In the back of my mind I’ve had story of an english picnic in the italian countryside that is disturbed by the presence of the “great god Pan.” Its haunted me since my adolescence, but I’ve never been able to track it down. During this last trip an Sicily driving through Chestnut and Ash groves high above the sea and watching the wind whip across the golden grass I couldn’t stop thinking about the story where the composed group is hit by a sudden panic which sends them running through the woods (I believe it might be the literary pre-cursor to “picnic at hanging rock.”) At one moment I thought maybe it was by Nathaniel Hawthorne at another that the title may be some variation on “an afternoon of a faun.”

The last night in my hotel as I contemplated this painting of a woman being amorously pursued by a goat (a totally ok Sicilian Hotel painting I guess) I remembered the title. I was able to read “The Story of a Panic” by E.M. Forster in my room that evening and understood even more why it had stuck with me since my childhood. The story can be read at the link below.

http://www.online-literature.com/forster/celestial-omnibus/1/

http://remodelista.com/posts/sultans-of-swing-la-pause-in-marrakech

http://remodelista.com/posts/sultans-of-swing-la-pause-in-marrakech

Last Night

David and I ran barefoot through the wet grass just after the sun set and the last fire fly had went out. We sat on the pier pond side, where the only light was the unchanging brilliance of Ron Perlmans “west egg” house across the water from us. We stared out towards the beach where on a distant dune someone was setting off fireworks to celebrate the night.

The Shack on the Pond

Saturday afternoon cocktail setting. A boathouse on Georgica pond.

Saturday afternoon cocktail setting. A boathouse on Georgica pond.

Another fantastic wall hanging this time from the standard in Miami.

Another fantastic wall hanging this time from the standard in Miami.

Got into the bay area very late last night and was lucky enough to have a few late night minutes with a view of the bridge and the smell of eucalyptus from Cavallo Point. Opening the door this morning was an equally spectacular reminder of all of the best of Northern California.

Casa Tua in Miami.

Birthday bikes.

Birthday bikes.