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Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum/cafe G and Far Out “real fruit” ice cream in Boston; AJK Bakery and McIntire Historic District in Salem, weird delays with American Airlines at Boston’s Logan airport.

D and I had not been to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in decades and never together so it was a great to return on a suddenly cold but sunny March day. The interior courtyard with its beautiful plants and flowers, arranged with symmetrical precision, was a psychological boost, a reminder that spring will come soon, if not yet.

Isabella’s palace

In the early 1900s, Isabella collected all sorts of old world artworks and arranged them in the vast and small spaces of her mansion (“palace”) in idiosyncratic fashion, which reminded me of the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia. The rooms are often dark and gloomy, painted a deep moody blue or red, with large dramatic paintings, antiques, ceramics and sculpture. The windows and balconies lining the three-story courtyard with its Moorish patterns lets in very welcome light, adding an unexpected sunniness.

Isabella Stewart Gardner contemporary addition

A contemporary addition to the main house is also cheerful, with red and orange mod furniture. We had an excellent, albeit pricey, lunch in the restaurant Cafe G (rigatoni Bolognese!) and sat in comfy contemporary chairs in a lounge.

We also visited the edgy contemporary photo exhibit on the second floor, where photographers documented experimenting with their gender and sexuality. Couldn’t help wondering what Isabella would have made of it. One thing’s clear: she wouldn’t have been in it. She didn’t like having her picture taken, and often covered her face with a scarf when photographed.

A 13 minute walk along the Fens got us to the Time Out Market where we went to Far Out for New Zealand style ice cream — soft serve mixed with real fruit. Real Tasty.

On our last day we went to AJK, an excellent bakery with pastries, breakfast sandwiches and sandwiches in Salem walked past beautiful old Yankee homes in the nearby historic McIntire District, dodging a few witch tours here and there. We stopped at the statue of Bewitched TV show star Elizabeth Montgomery so D. could pose with his childhood crush.

Dirck with Bewitched statue in Salem.

Our American Airlines flight home was rocky. We boarded for an on time departure from Boston to Chicago and started moving. Then flight attendants started rushing up and down the aisles. Then the plane stopped and we were told there was a missing passenger. Then we were told there was a passenger count discrepancy. Next thing we know, we’re taxing back to a gate and are told we must deplane with all our stuff, hopefully to soon re-plane — which we did after awhile, complete with another safety demonstration by a flight attendant. Then there was another weird delay — the tow bar (or some such) wasn’t coming off. Strange grinding noise ensued, then stopped, and we flew to Chicago, leaving several hours late, causing several passengers to miss their connections. Our outbound flight on American also began with a short delay that grew longer.

Salem bakery AJK

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Peabody museum/Salem, Boston public library/Tatte/warren Tavern/old classmates in Charlestown, my old group house in Somerville

Bunker hill monument

We enjoyed a visit to the superb Peabody Museum in Salem with brother-in-law Steve. A very interesting collection of Native American art, old and contemporary, and early American art; also a step Chinese home called Yin Yu Tang that came from a small rural village west of Shanghai and was reconstructed inside the museum. Built in 1790, lived in by eight generations of the Huang family over 200 years, most recently in 1982. Twenty to 30 people lived in the house at one time. About 40 percent of the objects in the house belonged to the Huang family, another 45 percent were from homes in the region with similar histories. Way cool and reminded us of a old traditional building with a dark wood interior surrounding a central courtyard that we stayed at in Hoi An, Vietnam.

Peabody

During an unexpected return to Somerville (long story), we drove past the group house I lived in several lives ago (1983) at 34 Avon street (I remembered the address) which looked spruced up since my day.

My former residence

On to Charlestown which also has spruced up since my day, complete with an outpost of the excellent Tatte bakery on Warren Street where we had excellent hot chocolate and a morning bun. We were in the shadow of the towering Bunker Hill Monument with streets lined with attractive colonial-era- looking homes and alluring shops on Main Street that I wish I had time to explore.

High school friends represent!

But we were there, instead, for an event for my book Our Diaries, Ourselves at the Charlestown branch of the Boston Public Library! High school friends kindly showed up.

Warren Tavern

We all went to dinner at the very atmospheric Warren Tavern, circa the 1780s, where revolutionary leaders George Washington and Paul Revere dined. (Good burger and Cobb salad, centuries later!)

Charlestown

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Shubie’s/the Barnacle/ Abbott Hall in Marblehead, Porter Square Books and Gustavo cuban kitchen/Cambridge, Mass., Bernadette in Salem

Marblehead

We have eaten well, as always in the Boston area, thanks to Dirck’s sister who used to be a newspaper food critic here. First stop, Shubie’s, a cheerful gourmet market and cafe with killer sandwiches, salads, and deli counter with enticing prepared foods.

The Barnacle

We also enjoyed the fish chowder, steamed clams, and water view at The Barnacle. We walked along the quiet Marblehead streets lined with flat-front wood frame homes from the 1700s and 1800s with historic plaques and along the waterfront by an old fort. (Fort Sewall, 1742.)

Abbott Hall is a cool old pile of bricks with some old paintings including the spirit of America. We learned that Marblehead is the home of the American Navy and the Girl Scouts Brownie. (Guess which one I was in.)

Dinner after my Our Diaries, Ourselves book reading at Porter square books in Cambridge was at nearby Gustavo’s, where we had meat dishes packed with flavor (pork asadas, ribs, chicharones)

Abbott Hall

The weather was glorious, with temperatures rising to the 70s, perfect for a waterfront walk in Swampscott, with glistening water and the Boston skyline rising in the distance. In Salem, we had a good meal at Bernadette.

Stunning ocean view from swampscott on high

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RJ Julia/Madison, Lenny’s/Branford and in New Haven: Possible Futures and Pepe’s – Connecticut

The next leg of my Our Diaries, Ourselves book tour has taken us to lovely Connecticut where we are visiting our friends N&A!

I had an event at two very different but both terrific bookstores — the venerable RJ Julia in Madison which I’ve enjoyed over the years and Possible Futures in New Haven, which has an interesting selection aligned with its social justice mission. Highly recommend them both!

We had lobster rolls and lobster bisque at the classic homey seafood place Lenny’s in Branford and fantastic pizza at the famous Pepe’s in New Haven, followed by a brief walk around the Yale campus.

Clam pizza at Pepe’s (ricotta and meatballs, margarita pizza too)
Possible futures

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In and around Martha’s Vineyard with a local!

Oak Bluffs

I’ve long said I’d go anyplace if a local wanted to show me around but even better if the place is beautiful. So we felt very lucky to spend a day touring this beautiful island with a local and even better a local-by- choice who years ago picked the island village of Vineyard Haven as the place where she wanted to live when school is out (she was a teacher) and retire.

Oak Bluffs

The weather was grey and foggy so we couldn’t see the water until the fog lifted after a few hours. But the fog added to the other worldliness as we drove along winding roads in the woods and beside sand dunes where the beach and ocean was obscured by the gloom.

Famous names

L. drove us down island (east) and up island (west), around west Chop and East Chop, to places with Native American or English names, through the classy village of Edgartown with its stately white and grey shingled homes, and funkier Oak Bluffs, with its rows of little Victorian painted lady cottages surrounding the gathering pavilion of the “Martha’s vineyard camp meeting association” a religious community since 1835.

Edgartown

She drove us to her favorite seaside fish shack ( in menemsha) and pointed out her favorite shingled mansions on sprawling grounds and the headstones of famous writers and journalists (William Styron, Art Buchwald, Mike Wallace) in a graveyard with old peculiar monuments.

Island map

It was fun to be here so off season, among 20,000 year round residents on an island that swells to 100,000 in the summer. Yes, fog and gloom, shuttered shops and estates with shrouded shrubbery, but empty roads and locals at one of the few restaurants open. We ate pizza and Cobb salad at Rockfish in Edgartown.

The weather suddenly cleared our second day here, with bright sun, blue sky, shimmering water, 60 degrees. we joined L for her morning constitutional in Oak Bluffs with its pretty town green and boardwalk along the water.

Ferry ride

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Seven stars/cranston, RI, ferry and two bakeries in Woods Hole, Mass.

Rookie mistake, as we learned here in Woods Hole, where the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard departs. “Never wait for a ferry,” a ferry staffer with a weathered face told us. Live and learn.

We arrived a few minutes before the 3:45 ferry but decided to pick up some bakery goods and then take the 4:10 ferry, as planned. Turns out the 4:10 was cancelled due to a lack of passengers so now we’re in the ferry tix office waiting for the 5 pm ferry. “

French bakery

On this damp, grey foggy day, we drove about 1 hour 45 minutes from our friends in Branford,CT to my friend Ed’s in Cranston, where we caught up at Seven Stars Bakery over ready made but good baguette sandwiches.

Then we drove another 1.5 hours to the Palmer Ave ferry car park in Falmouth, dropped off the car and took us bus 9 minutes to Woods Hole and the ferry.

There are two popular bakeries here, each with a following. We went to the austere French one recommended by a friend who lives here: Maison Villatte. The homey one recommended by other locals is Pie in the Sky, which has excellent sandwiches and clam chowder. We also drove briefly through the pretty cape cod town of Falmouth.

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Whitney Biennial, Chelsea market (Takomi Taco, muji)P&T Knitwear, Saigon Social in LES – NYC

Busy and fun NYC day. First stop: a members preview (courtesy of my Uncle) of the Whitney Biennial, with edgy thought- provoking art from across the country. A few impressions of trends: big full-room installations with video and/or sculpture and sound. Lots of sound in general. Unusual materials (dried breast milk and semen in one work), Palestinian theme including a poignant video installation about displacement and longing to return. very small delicate work next to very large work.

Lunch was Japanese inspired tacos at TacomiTaco, in the buzzing Chelsea Market which was even more fun to explore than I remembered. We sat at the counter and ate excellent tacos (short rib, the Japanese curry); bought hard-to-find Candy (Regal Crown sours, Rolo caramels) an outpost of the famous lower east side’s Economy Candy. I could have shopped for hours at Muji, a Japanese home goods and clothing purveyor.

After my book event at the cool bookstore P&T Knitwear on Orchard Street we had excellent food (ribs, dumplings, fried rice) at nearby Saigon Social. (Saltwater cafe turned out to be a good spot to meet an old friend.)

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A lot of Iowa at the Renwick Gallery’s fantastic State Fair exhibit, excellent hummus at Little Sesame and my book event at Politics and Prose, comet pizza — Washington DC

My sister was right: I loved the Renwick Gallery’s exhibit showcasing the arts and crafts of state fairs across the country. Think quilts, ceramics, basketry, hair weaving, sculpture, crop art, decoys, embroidery, beautifully canned vegetables, even the Iowa State Fair Butter cow in a refrigerated case on the second floor (which we almost missed. It’s not well advertised and we heard about it only from the guy at the gift store.)

Beyond Iowa, there is a lot from Nebraska (including from the fantastic international quilt museum in Lincoln which I visited in the 1990s), Kansas, New Mexico, Minnesota, Wisconsin, the Najavo Nation…

The show is a reminder of the artistic contributions of immigrants in rural America and the talents of this nation’s women. It’s all beautifully displayed.

Also a must see is a Justin Favela installation (also on the second floor) that uses an entire room for a tribute to maize, complete with lighting that dims and shines to capture the changes I light during a day.

Yes those are corn dogs, complete with a fake ant or two.

Lunch was excellent at a casual middle eastern place nearby called Little Sesame, with delicious hummus (the of us shared a bowl with harissa brisket and another bowl with grilled artichokes.) Perfect!

Made of Iowa state fair ribbons

The fantastic Politics and Prose hosted by DC book tour stop for my new book Our Diaries, Ourselves! pizza afterwards with friends at nearby comet pizza.

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Sagrada Família, Le Pedrara/casa Mila, Palace of Catalyan Music, Gresca Bar – Barcelona

Sagrada Família

When we last visited Barcelona in 1989, Gaudi’s masterpiece, the basilica Sagrada Família was a skeleton of a building, so what an incredible thrill to see it today, in full (or much fuller) with spectacular spires with colorful mosaics and pinnacles topped with clumps of grapes and wheat symbolizing the communion wine and bread (Christ’s blood and body).

Looking up
Color inside and out

And so thrilling to walk inside and see the basilica’s huge interior flooded with light from the intricate stained glass mosaic windows, blues and greens, and yellow, oranges, reds. I felt like I was walking through a magical forest with shapes and products from nature – towering trees, flowers, sunlight, color.

Our guided tour was excellent and at the last minute, we got to go up into the tower which was a highlight, seeing the exterior ornamentation up close and personal and spectacular views of the city stretching down to the ocean.

View of pinnacles grapes and wheat from the passion tower

When we arrived we were told the tower was closed due to the strong winds. But we showed up any way, just in case, at our 11:15 tower tour time and it had just reopened!!

On another day of clear blue sky and sunshine (although the wind added a chill), we walked about 20 minutes to La Pedrara/casa mila, another Gaudi masterpiece. The self-guided audio tour was really fun because we got to visit the rooms of an apartment and see how Gaudi designed interiors. Walking outside around the roof top with its sculptural elements was another thrill.

Casa mila

We stopped at a great bakery for some sandwiches and later at a posh hotel bar for lemonade and beer and still later for delicious cheesecake at a tiny bakery near the stunning Palau de La musica Catalana, designed by a colleague/rival of Gaudi. We were too late for an interior tour (they end at 3:30) but walked in the ornate cafeteria and lobby. And the dazzling exterior is a fanciful explosion of mosaic tile work. next time, we’ll attend a concert, as my sister recommended!

What a music hall!

Dinner was creative tapas at Gresca Bar and this time we were seated next to the open kitchen which was fascinating. Quite a production to watch the kitchen staffers managing to churn out five to seven plates per table.

The food was good too (profiteroles with anchovies, tomatoes) although with tapas the portions are so small (and often pricey) that it’s hard to know when you’ve had the equivalent of a meal. My favorite might have been the dessert – a light and fluffy, not too sweet, take on French toast served with a dollop of melted chocolate.

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Vueling airlines, casa Bonay hotel, Architecture walk/gaudi, boquera market, el barrio/born, Colmado Murria tapas- Barcelona

Gaudi #3 Casa Mila, the one to tour

We had a quick and easy 1 hour flight on budget airline Vueling from the small Santander airport to the huge Barcelona airport. The airline didn’t even ask for any identification, just our boarding pass and there was no hassle with carryon luggage. The bus into the Barcelona’s equivalent of Times Square but not as garish (plaza de catalunya) was quick and easy and cheap (7 euro each) and got us about 12 minutes walk from our charming hipster hotel Casa Bonay, where we had dinner at 9 pm (Spanish style) at Bodega Bonay, one of the hotel’s restaurants which turned out to be Italian tapas.

Gaudi #1

This morning we went on a 3 hour architecture tour with an architect/engineer professor that stretched into 3.5 hours. There was one other lovely couple from Tucson. The tour was good but a little too much time was spent on the engineering intricacies. I was more interested in Antonio Gaudi’s art, design and personal story rather than the construction details. But we did see three of his major buildings (outside only) and were told Casa Mila (aka La Pedrera) is the one to tour inside, beyond the church which we will visit tomorrow. It’s the city’s classic modernista building.

Casa Batllo, the Gaudi that is more outrageously Gaudi, has alas been turned into a tourist trap but is well worth gawking at from the street. It’s next to two other fascinating modernista/art nouveau buildings by other less famous architects on the “Block of Discord” (because the three whimsical buildings, built side by side, clash in a wonderfully discordant way.) I didn’t know about the Gaudi/salvador Dali link but it makes sense. Gaudi was the Dali of architecture and influenced Dali.

Gaudi #2 the cool but tourist trap one, Casa Batllo on the “block of discord”

The weather was great, sunny, crisp, near 60 so we walked all over, dipping into various old neighborhoods (barri gotic, el born) and stopping at La boquera market, eating a sandwich and fried anchovies as we strolled past dozens of food stalls. We strolled along the ramblas and watching break dancers in front of the cathedral.

Pastry shop

Dinner was tapas at Colmado Murria a beautiful old deli (so beautiful it costs 5 euro just to step inside.) Next time I’ll book one of the few tables or countertop stools in the store, beside the gorgeous deli counters. We were in a sweet little “inside “ room with only four tables.

We had an excellent cheese and meat board fresh from the deli counter, a tapas of raw salmon with a slice of cured bacon, creamy black rice with white seafood, and a rich macaroni and cheese that looked nothing like the Mac and cheese at home.It had dark meat and cheese encrusted penne dotted with a dark sauce. We ended up meeting an American who is the grandson of Charles Eames (of Eames chair and my high school Cranbrook fame), a titan of American Modernist design which seemed fitting after a day of Gaudi.

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