Postcard #7: Back in Paris

The Pantheon on a late-winter evening. © Erin Zaleski 2013

The Pantheon on a late-winter evening. © Erin Zaleski 2013

 

 

 

 

Didn’t take me long, did it?

Once again, I’m here in a Paris beset with mood swings as the city transitions from one season to another. The days are getting longer though, and a few days ago the evening the sky had a striking, Maxfield Parrish-ness to it as the last of the light faded away.

Warsaw’s cafe nostalgia

I am currently working on a short story partly set in inter-war Warsaw, and found this beautiful compilation of images while doing research.

The music is a slow foxtrot performed by the famous Henryk Gold Orchestra that played in Warsaw’s most well-known nightclubs during the 1930s.

One of Gold’s biggest hits was titled Tęsknota, which is Polish for nostalgia, or longing. Fitting, don’t you think?

 

My 2012 in Cities

Balloon over the Stockholm waterfront © Erin Zaleski 2012

Berkeley, CA

Davis, CA

Florence, Italy

Gavorrano, Italy

Jönköping, Sweden

Lucca, Italy

Nelson, British Columbia

Oakland, CA

Oslo, Norway

Paris, France

Pisa, Italy

San Francisco, CA

Sienna, Italy

Spokane, WA

Stockholm, Sweden

Södra Sandby, Sweden

Tahoe City, CA

May 2013 bring more adventures to the wanderlusty! Happy New Year, everyone!

Late-autumn reading list

Reading on the shores of the Stockholm archipelago © Erin Zaleski 2012

Fall is almost over, and even back home in the Bay Area the days are short and the fog and rain have settled in. In Stockholm, snow is already blanketing the ground and sunsets at 3 am have become the norm. Bleak, yes. But the last days of autumn are also the perfect time to hunker down with a good book. Here are few I’m currently reading:

The House in France, by Gully Wells                                                       I had lunch with Gully a couple of times back in my post-grad job hunting days and I’ve always enjoyed her pieces in Condé Nast Traveler, so I was excited to check out her first book.  Her writing here is equally frank, funny, and elegant, and her memoir provides a poignant snapshot of the exploits of the intellectual beau monde in Provence and London during the ’60s and ’70s.  Her tale of getting high with Martin Amis at Oxford (during which an old record player meets an unfortunate demise) had me laughing out loud.

Embers, by Sándor Márai                                                                                   I have read this intense, little novel about three times already, and there is something about brooding, autumn days that make me want to pick it up again and lose myself once more in Márai’s powerful prose. Although slender in size, the book covers such weighty themes as friendship, lust, betrayal, and revenge, all set against the backdrop of the last days of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

The Post-Birthday World, by Lionel Shriver                            Imagine a world without what-ifs. This book about decisions and consequences does precisely that via parallel story lines. Ensconced in a comfortable, albeit predictable live-in relationship, Irina is tempted to kiss a mutual friend during his birthday dinner. The remainder of the novel presents two divergent narratives based on whether she chooses to yield to passion or to loyalty. A graceful meditation on love, fate, and choice, although I am getting the impression that neither destiny yields happiness.

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Photo of the Month: October 2012

Lake, Western Massachusetts © Erin Zaleski 2012

I’ve taken a ton of photos over the course of my travels, and at the end of each month I select a favorite from my archives.  Maybe they will evoke a landscape, place, or individual for you as well? 

I took this while visiting family in the Berkshires while I was in grad school. I thought the overcast sky, covered boats, and the tree losing leaves captured the bleak beauty that is common in New England between autumn and winter.

Postcard #6: In Paris

Autumn light in the Luxembourg Gardens on an October evening. © Erin Zaleski 2012

I finally made it back to Paris after nearly four years of being away.

If I had forgotten how bleak October in Paris can be, the past two weeks  have reminded me.

The morning sky is dark until 8 am and a thick canopy of clouds can linger for days, obscuring the sun and imparting a romantic, melancholy quality to the city the gradually becomes less romantic and more melancholy with each successive gray day. Fortunately, I was so caught up in the intensity of re-immersing myself in the city and reconnecting with old friends that the gloom became an afterthought.

On my last evening, still tipsy from a long, wine-soaked lunch, I stumbled (quite literally) into the Luxembourg Gardens, where the last moments of the day had given way to a blaze of light that was almost jarring.

It was a fitting conclusion to a trip during which dreary moments mingled side by side with florid, intense ones. It was also a reminder that more than two decades since my first trip and after nearly four years away, the city still has the ability to tantalize, seduce and surprise me.

I’ve booked a return trip for the spring. See you there?

Literary Pyrotechnics

“This is the one thing I hope: that she never stopped. I hope when her body couldn’t run any farther she left it behind like everything else that tried to hold her down, she floored the pedal and she went like wildfire, streamed down night freeways with both hands off the wheel and her head back screaming to the sky like a lynx, white lines and green lights whipping away into the dark, her tires inches off the ground and freedom crashing up her spine. I hope every second she could have had came flooding through that cottage like speed wind: ribbons and sea spray, a wedding ring and Chad’s mother crying, sun-wrinkles and gallops through wild red brush, a baby’s first tooth and its shoulder blades like tiny wings in Amsterdam Toronto Dubai; hawthorn flowers spinning through summer air. Daniel’s hair turning gray under high ceilings and the sweet cadences of Abby’s singing. Time works so hard for us, Daniel told me once. I hope those last few minutes worked like hell for her. I hope in that half hour she lived all her million lives.”

~ Tana French, The Likeness (2008)

Photo of the Month: August 2012

Mother and Son at Nemo Creek, B.C. © Erin Zaleski 2012

I’ve taken a ton of photos over the course of my travels, and at the end of each month I select a favorite from my archives.  Maybe they will evoke a landscape, place, or individual for you as well? 

Nemo Creek is a small, isolated beach in a small, isolated town in British Columbia’s Kootenay Mountains. The beach is only accessible by boat, and we were the only swimmers there. My sister and nephew were braving the icy water when I snapped this shot a few summers ago.

Wanderlusting for: Slow Traveling in Tuscany

The hillside village of Gavorrano in the afternoon. © Erin Zaleski 2012

Sweden is in the grip of its chilliest, rainiest summer in centuries, and shortly after my arrival in late-May I began pining for Mediterranean heat, sun-baked terraces, and humid evenings laced with ice cream and strapless dresses.

So in July Nordic Lad and I  fled  south to Gavorrano, Italy.

Never heard of it, have you?

Neither had we, which I immediately took as a good sign.

Straddling a steep hillside in southern Tuscany’s Maremma about 25 miles northwest of Grosseto, the medieval mining village is free of grand hotels, menus turisticos, chain stores, and gourmet gelaterias (basic, perfectly tasty gelato is available at the local bar). When the midday sun is at its hottest the main square and nearby roads empty out; the sounds of voices and footsteps replaced with  the buzz of cicadas and the mistral wind barreling over the hills.

It was as middle of nowhere as you could get for Tuscany in July, thrillingly devoid of the summer tourist crush, and with the bonus of the exciting (and alarming) possibility of running into a pack of wild boar after dusk.

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Oh, hello again!

A street in Stockholm’s Vasastan neighborhood on a June evening. © Erin Zaleski 2012

After a bit of a hiatus, I am back and will be updating more frequently (no, really I promise!)

So what have I been up to these past few months?

Mostly working, but also packing, organizing, visa-acquiring, and…moving!

I am now based in Stockholm (the above is a picture of my street) indefinitely. I am looking forward to exploring the city in depth, taking road trips to the countryside, boating on the archipelago, and the easy access of many of my favorite spots in Europe (ah, Paris!)

I am less enthusiastic about learning Swedish, which, despite its vaguely pretty musical quality, bears no linguistic resemblance to either French or English. Plus, there is that peculiar sound Swedes make when pronouncing the letter “i” that reminds me of a kazoo or of how I sounded after inhaling helium out of party balloons when I was a kid.

Basically, I am preparing for a leviathan of a language-learning struggle.

In the meantime, I am keeping a virtual collage cataloguing my impressions of the Swedish capital. You can check out the Stockholm Notebook here.