If your are reading my blog from pretty much anywhere on the east coast of the United States I know that you are fed up with winter. I have some great news for you. I have just finished putting all of my favorite places on the Amalfi Coast, Capri and Paestum into an ebook that you can download for your Kindle or Kindle app. Click on the book cover at the end of this post.
Earlier this week I talked about some of my favorite thing about winter in Rome. I left one pretty important thing out. I didn't forget. I just think that hot chocolate deserves a post of it's own. These are some of my favorite places to have hot chocolate in Rome.
I recently got an email that signed off with the exclamation Happy Winter! (what does that mean in Rome?) I feel kind of bad about the answer to that question. While my son in Boston is buried under historic amounts of snow and my mother and brothers are freezing in eastern Tennessee, I see pals Instagrams of icy New York and the Chesapeake Bay and I feel a teensy twinge of guilt about the bright blue Roman sky and the leafy trees heavy with oranges that I pass on my walk to yoga in the morning. Here is a little secret. Winter in Rome is pretty wonderful.
I love film. And I love fashion. Add a free winter morning and I am in heaven. I had tried to see the exhibit I Vestiti dei Sogni (The Clothes of Dreams) a few weeks ago but was met with a hastily printed sign declaring a strike for the afternoon. Happily on my second try the palazzo was open and blissfuly empty.
Having lived in Rome for more than a few years now I have learned a few secrets from the Romans about how to enjoy life. One of these secrets is the weekend getaway. Usually it is to a nearby spot in the countryside or by the sea, but every now and then the desire for something a little different strikes. Luckily all it takes is a little time spent on a low cost airline site and boom a winter escape is in the works.
Paris is a sentimental destination for Mark and I. Paris was one of the first places outside of Africa that we explored together when we would spend our days there searching for Mexican food and films in english. Paris is where I bought all of my maternity clothes and most of the stripey outfits that made up Noah's first wardrobe. Noah is in college, I have been back in my skinny jeans for a while now. It was time for another visit.
We revisited old haunts, saw friends we haven't seen since before children and walked, ate, shopped and walked some more. Here are some of my favorite things in Paris.