‘Drink, drink!’ encouraged my guide Clement, gesturing vigorously towards the clay pot with a bamboo straw sticking out the top. The liquid in question: a warm, potent millet wine, proffered by our hosts in a remote hill village of Kayah State, Myanmar. Clement, in his...

I can’t say I wasn’t warned. In the weblike, often unintelligible microcosm of family and community here in Naples, there are stores you visit because your grandparents bought their vegetables from the current proprietors’ grandparents. And then there are the vendors...

What a walk down San Francisco’s Market street and into its main library reveals about the city’s great divide

Today I’m walking down Market Street in San Francisco, staring a few seconds too long at the faces and scenes I pass, and with a voyeurism that shames me as I...

A last minute decision to make the classic spaghetti alle vongole has me rushing out the door and onto the streets of Naples at 4pm on December 31st in search of clams. In Italy, there are certain foods that should be eaten on specific holidays; pasta with clams is on...

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