Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel

The legendary sun did not make its dense habit of inducing warmth of breath that morning.    There was the Normandy wasteland scenery although to call it a wasteland is blatantly false.  Idyll maybe the most appropriate description of that sight worthy of a documentary.  Mont Saint Michel towered like no other in the image-ridden world of fantasy unraveling … More Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel

Running in Prague with Kafka in My Mind

There are two ways of discovering the soul of a city.   The first option is to marvel its emblematic nocturnal lights and sound which also means tracing the illuminations and patterns of the skyline.  In here, the ubiquitous neon signs of commercialism and fetishism of the slim and languid bodies of the young are laid bare.  To rise-up early is the second option.  It entails wearing a pair … More Running in Prague with Kafka in My Mind