Israeli breakfast is a cheese lover’s Canaan. At the Jerusalem hotel where I arrived mid-morning after a long flight, there were easily two dozen varieties—white, yellow, bleu, hard, soft, semi-soft, creamy. It’s an example of how Kosher restrictions can foster pleasure, the way that structure forces a poet to create literary beauty. Because of the… Read More Israel: A Foodie’s Promised Land
“Does this bus go to Hadrian’s Arch?” The question came from a casually clad, middle-aged fellow traveler as he squeezed aboard the full shuttle from the Athens Athenaeum InterContinental Hotel, where he and I both happened to be staying. Inside the van was a microcosm of what it’s like to travel through Mediterranean Europe: a… Read More A Tale of Two City-States
The polished wood gleams in the glow of flickering candles. It’s nighttime, and little moonlight breaks through the circular window panes in their cream-colored frames. Several dozen visitors have gathered in the courtroom of Colonial Williamsburg‘s dull-red brick Capitol building to serve as the jury in a recreated trial of Grace Sherwood, the “Virginia witch”.… Read More Cry Witch!
After the reading of the Declaration of Independence, residents of colonial Williamsburg wonder what it means for them, in the Revolutionary City skit “That Freedom Ain’t for Me”. One such resident was Lydia Broadnax, a literate slave in the home of George Wythe, whose name appears first among Virginians to sign the document. Working in… Read More That Freedom Ain’t for Me