May 2008

Cloven hoof prints were about the last thing I expected to see in Tuscany. But there they were, dozens of them, neatly stamped in the soft mud surrounding a puddle on a dirt road here in deepest Chianti. “Devils?” I wondered. “Worse,” replied Tracee, a guide for Backroads, the adventure

  Reviewed by Richard West. Tramps there a traveler who, upon arriving at a delightful destination, hasn’t thought, lo!, I could happily live here? Bet they are rare as pinto flamingos. Kauai, Vancouver, Paris (who hasn’t?), New Zealand, Iceland (summer cottage only), Crestone, Co., and Vienna are a few of

BACKSTORY: Anyone in search of Irish gentility (which is getting harder to find in the fast-paced world of the Celtic Tiger) would do well to spend a night or two at The Merrion Hotel. Four sublime 18th century Georgian townhouses (one of them the birthplace of the first duke of

Why a Woman-Specific Bike? By Dalma Heyn Twenty-three years ago, Georgena Terry, a mechanical engineer and passionate cyclist, noticed something: bicycles were built for men. Too many women, who usually have smaller hands, narrower shoulders, wider hips, longer legs and a different musculature than a man the same size, were

  By Dalma Heyn Bike tours can bring out a host of surprising anxieties. They only peek out at arrival and then, at dinnertime, pour out freely as the chardonnay: I’ll be pathetic tomorrow! I won’t get up the first hill! Everyone will hate me! Or the reverse: I trained!

As someone who looks longingly at rivers wherever I travel, the idea of carrying a small fly rod is very appealing. That’s "small" as in something I can stuff into a carry-on or backpack and forget about until it’s needed. One rod that hits the sweet spot for price, durability

Review by Bobbie Leigh Leading contemporary realist painter Jacob Collins has been dubbed a "modern old-master" and visitors to his fourth solo show at Hirschl & Adler will immediately understand why.  Following in the tradition of Hudson River School painters, Collins studies every aspect of sky, land, and sea as

Back in the 80’s, I was one of those Americans who never went to Paris without my dog-eared copy of “The Food Lovers Guide to Paris” by Patricia Wells. Wells opened my eyes, and those of countless others, to the bounty of Parisian restaurants, food shops and market places. But

Reviewed by Richard West I adore books written about Paris. My collection doesn’t fill the 250 feet of shelving Thomas Jefferson required to hold the books he brought home from Paris but mine are many. My heart sank, however, when I read the title of Mr. Dallas’s new book, thinking

  Paris may be enchanting in the spring, but for diehard devotees of the City of Light, the season is completely beside the point. The city is always a treat. And believe it or not, even now, when the euro is a wallet-busting $1.55, Americans are flocking to Paris. According