Rockport Harbor

Early morning and after sunset, when the sunburned crowds are still asleep or have retreated to dinner, the harbor is true to itself: quiet, peaceful and timeless. It almost reminds me of a section of Antibes’ old Port Vauban, right against a tall stone wall protecting it from the ocean, where the pointus – typical Mediterranean fishing boats – rested between…

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African Tears

What can he be thinking, today, he who once said: “During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in…

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Rockport Revisited

The small Massachusetts town of Rockport is a big favorite in my family. Long ago, when we still lived in France – in the days I worshiped rock climbing gods and thought maple syrup and peanut butter were the two pillars of North American culinary ecstasy – I remember family vacations taken around an endless foggy beach near Old Orchard, Maine,…

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