A dino’s tea party…

Time was a fickle devil. The teapot wonders at this. She has not been solicited yet but the scones were almost out. The ladies of the Rex Club were now too busy munching on their tea sandwiches to realize the pink tutu-clad dino waltzing through just as La Traviatta began playing. Someone at some point…

In memoriam (or partial travel diary).

In 2018, several weeks after I came back to France from the UK, a little shaken up because I no longer have a permanent home in the world, I awoke one sunny morning from a not-so-lucid dream with a weird sensation and one word. Armenia. A couple of emails, a long conversation, lots of patience,…