Ernest Hemingway: author, hunter, explorer, tippler. His life was rife with women—wives and inamoratas, those he loved, and those who loved him. But he was most loyal to one thing: rapture. He was exhilarated by that which was charismatic and dynamic, unbridled and intoxicating. That which could not be tamed or conquered. That which was voluptuous. She would be his one true mistress. Her name was Cuba. Hemingway loved Cuba so much that he considered himself a “Cubano Sato,” or “half-breed Cuban.” And who can blame him?  I wasn’t there long, but it was long enough to be seduced by her energy, her emotions, and her beauty. However, I must…

Cote d’Azur. It sounds sexy just saying it.           Where did you summer?             The Cote d’Azur.   Sexy. NICE, FRANCE Our first day here, we hit the ground running. We browsed the striped canopies of the Cours Saleya market on the periphery of Vieux-Nice (old Nice). Here we found an intoxicating number of vendors with cheeses, oils, artisan salts, breads, and fruits–the essentials for a picnic on the beach, or in our case, a picnic in Parc du Chateau. A bottle of sparkling wine in hand, we hoofed it to the top of the Parc du Chateau (Castle Park) for a…