My London

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

Film Review: “Murder on the Orient Express”

Not the Kenneth Branagh anyone really needed, but the Kenneth Branagh we deserved.

Let's take an uncomfortably deep dive into my psyche, shall we?

(S)he who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

Count the memories, not the calories!

Turtles All the Way Down had one goal, and if nothing else it absolutely achieved it

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.