Woman About Town

Total failure, redeemed by souvlaki and chips at the kebab stand

There are no songs or movies about Paris in the winter

The winning jockey receives a splendid silver cup and a very Sud-Tirol basket of apples

After nearly 25 years (and more than half my life), I can do what I like

15 August is the worst day of the year for a swim at the Venice Lido

Forewarned is forearmed, especially when the choruses come this big

By the time the bottle was empty, we were all singing raucously in Ukrainian

The adrenaline flows when you’re relying on your wits to save you from national humiliation