“Di doo di doo di dah, o di doo di doo dah, mélancolique et désabusée…” These soft, sweet French words would often fill up our 2CV during family trips. A voice that was comforting as a child but became something … Continue reading
As I was drifting into sleep last night I suddenly had a horrific sense of disconnection from My City… Since leaving New York I have been stuck in a state of shell-shocked denial, but have kept in touch through my … Continue reading