video reflections from some of the engaging people I meet
Their feet move like lightning, twirling and tapping, and springing into the air. It’s not Riverdance. It’s the villagers of Clifden, County Galway, Ireland, where dancing seems to be woven into the fabric of their everyday lives.
It was my first day in Dublin, and I covered a lot of ground . . . but when I wandered into the Temple Bar neighborhood, and heard the music coming out of each and every pub, I really felt like I was in Ireland.
A moment on Sky Road, in Connemara, Ireland.
When I saw the little girl with the pony tail setting up her microphone on Grafton Street in Dublin, I thought, “How cute.”
When she opened her mouth to sing, a song that she had written herself, I was mesmerized.
Ashley is nine years old.
Watching the clouds move across the mountains on a rainy day in Liguria, Italy.
Music: “Brucia la Terra” (“Speak Softly Love”), sung live, at my side
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Paris antique dealer, Aline Bachelier, has a stall in the Paul Bert section of the flea market. On the day I stopped to see her, it was so cold that her tulips were frozen stiff, their stems now standing in a block of ice. It reminded her of this great story, and this video launches “Soundbites,” a new category on the blog.