Paris via Siberia

I'm dreaming of belle epoque Paris via Russia these days, much like the narrator of Dreams of My Russian Summers, Andrei Makine's dreamy, deeply perceptive and sensuous novel about memory and imagination.

Meanwhile, here is where I thank Timmy and Mells for generously hosting us two weekends ago in this beautiful house in Tali Beach. I read a chunk of this book there while enjoying their hospitality. I find that reading takes on another dimension of pleasure when you do it somewhere scenic.



I loved my room, too.