Lily Haight

I had heard before leaving on my trip to Italy that Rome was fantastic and Florence was known to the Italians as “the city of Americans.” But despite the constant sound of American tourists (I am one myself so I can’t be too disparaging) with its quaint streets, beautiful surrounding scenery, and Tuscan heart, I Read more

A block away from the entrance of the Vatican one would expect a café where the main customer is a tourist, the workers speak near perfect English and the below average food is over priced. Instead, behind the glass counter filled with delectable pastries and sandwiches stands a middle aged Italian man, yelling “buongiorno” at Read more

Friday morning after a night spent in a bungalow on the outskirts of Rome, I stepped out of the dark, graffiti-ridden Roman metro and into an embrace of blue sky and orange ruins. There was not a cloud in sight, instead a warm breeze pushed through my hair and I turned round in a circle Read more

Le Mont Saint Michel: an abbey built on a rock in the middle of an empty bay. Normandy to the north and Bretagne to the south, it sticks out like a sore thumb in the wet mud, the towering spire at the tip of the abbey visible for miles on a day when it isn’t Read more

The beach is at its best when there’s a chilly wind and rocky sand, and I feel most at home when scavenging for shells and sea glass, or walking along listening to the steady sound of seagulls and waves. Normandy always reminds me of home; it has that cold coastal feel where everyone has wind Read more

It was balmy spring weather yesterday, with blinding sun and bluer than blue skies, so the contrast I experienced as I stepped into the air conditioned, low lit Robert Mapplethorpe exhibit at the Grand Palais only enhanced my transportation into a world of black and white photographs, edgy homoeroticism of the 1980’s, and New York Read more