From the monthly archives: "October 2011"


When I travel alone, my preference is to keep it that way. I’m not really one for chatting people up in hotel bars or for reeling out my anecdotes or listening to theirs. Which is why my heart sank, a few weeks ago, when a man entered my chamber just as the overnight train from Moscow to St. Petersburg departed the station.

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Town & Country, Fall/Winter 2011

Read the story about my return to the magical restaurant in Paris where I was married in Paris…

Since 1784, Le Grand Véfour has occupied the northwest corner of the Jardins du Palais Royal in Paris. The restaurant seems forever paired with the words “venerable institution” because of the roster of French luminaries — from Napoleon to Victor Hugo to Jean-Paul Sartre – who have warmed its velvet banquettes over the years. And then there’s me. One September afternoon twenty years ago, I had my wedding dinner there.