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The wrong side of the road

I was introduced to my adversary, a tiny white hatchback car, in a nondescript parking lot in front of a bland-looking low-rise office building. It would have been the most unremarkable, non-threatening encounter ever, had the parking lot not been in Ireland and the office building not an outpost of a car rental company. But, as it happened, I was about to rent the car for four days, which meant that I was also about to drive on the opposite side of the...

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Into the souk: A return to Morocco

It was a muggy afternoon in Marrakech, and I was sweating slightly as I made my way through the souk, dodging mopeds belching clouds of grey smoke and flattening myself up against walls to make room for the donkey-drawn carts that kept rushing by. My purse was twisting awkwardly around me as I walked, bouncing wildly off my hip with every step, but I couldn't stop to adjust it because one of my hands was clutching several flimsy plastic bags bulging with hand-woven baskets, ceramic bowls...

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Love is in the air…port

Late on Friday afternoon, I found myself at the airport, getting ready to leave Italy for the first time since September in order to head to Munich, Germany for a weekend full of business meetings. Rome's Aeroporto di Fiumicino is the kind of permanently dusty, tired-looking sprawl of florescent-lit passages and worn linoleum floors that doesn't do much to emphasize the romance of travel or, really, romance of any kind at all. The check-in counters are mobbed by a disorganized, tangled pack of passengers and suitcases, and the line snaking its way through the one or two open security lanes...

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The Eurotrip, parts three and four: Sarlat and Paris

Although I've been back in Rome for a week now and settling into some semblance of a daily routine, I'm slowly transcribing the scribbled notes from my notebook and posting them here. I've combined the posts for Sarlat (a small medieval town in France's Dordogne region) and Paris into one, primarily because I spent a good chunk of my time in Paris shopping (which makes for an exciting wardrobe but a less exciting blog post) and moving from patisserie to patisserie (and there are only so many ways I can describe a croissant, no matter how excellent).  ...

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