The vineyards and olive groves flanking Avenue des Albizzi
Snippets from a 1996 journal…
I had arrived at Cassis by train from Marseille Saint-Charles. It was barely 10 am on a clear June day, so the 3-kilometer walk to town shouldn’t be... (Continue reading)
This summer, I had been fortunate enough to cook for my family some of my favourite foods from around the world. Nothing brings me more joy than to share a meal with them while reminiscing about taste encounters during our... (Continue reading)
As a Paris-obsessed gal, I just have to write about the City of Light’s most enchantingly irresistible salons de thés. There is something about sitting in one of these rooms, staring at the trompe l’oeil on the wall and chandeliers... (Continue reading)
I’m rounding up the most charming - often whitewashed - towns in the world with the brightest blue roofs, windows, and doors. Only the hardest of hearts will fail to resist these…
Tunisia1. Sidi Bou SaidLocated on the Gulf of Tunis... (Continue reading)
How can something that’s 3,000 years old taste so good? Those Aztecs and Mayans really knew how to put the cacao beans to good use. After all, they’re a bitter bunch. The beans, I mean. The pods had to be... (Continue reading)
Le Comptoir de la Folie, loosely translated, means the counter of madness. Here are some things I’m crazy about…
My eyes are always drawn to flashes of colour. In this case, you may say fuschia, hot pink and/or (to designers out... (Continue reading)
It’s one of my favourite times of the year. Summer is officially over, yet the sun still bubbles like Champagne. There is a genial coolness in the air and when the breeze grazes my skin, I feel a tender shiver... (Continue reading)
Baggage by Geishaboy
I thought I was Superwoman. That I could do it all. Travel. Blog. Stay cool. Jetset sans husband, with a toddler in tow. Girl, I had a rude awakening. It turns out, I can’t do it all. I... (Continue reading)
I just wanted to inform Folie readers that I am currently in Manila, Philippines for my beloved grandmother’s funeral. I won’t be returning home until September 9. As this is an emotional period in my life, updates will be few... (Continue reading)
When it rains, it really pours. Just when I thought nothing worse could happen to me, as experienced here and here, life throws another curve ball.
My Amah (grandmother), pictured above, is gone. And I can’t stop the tears from flowing.... (Continue reading)