In order to get into the groove of this Buenos Aires blog I am listening to “modern” tango music. But, as I listen to it, I have to admit that I had seen enough Tango by day two of the trip to last me a while.
Too much Tango aside, Buenos Aires felt like a...
The flea market in Rome reflects the city itself: The predictable chaos; entangled paths that seem to function somehow; distinguished beauty under diverse layers; people who walk slowly while smoking and shoving and others who make Italy the object of fantasies.
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The chaos and colors, the poverty and piety I witnessed during the month I spent in Nepal and Tibet seem far away as I sit here in my Providence, RI jewelry studio. The experience brought me to work with shoeless orphans in a fog of flies and then to the grandeur of the...
