Love on the Road: An Anthology of Love and (Wander)Lust

By Amanda Festa “My message will make sense to those who are willing to listen…who appreciate contradiction, nuance, and who […]

The Beat Hotel: American Writers in Paris, 1957-1963

By Matthew Nilsson Standing on the shores of Paris’ Left Bank, tucked away on Rue Gît-le-Cœur, I check my map, […]

The Flavor of Paris: Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast

By Ali Pinero Ernest Hemingway will forever be remembered as one of the most prominent writers of his time, and […]

Picasso & Friends: On the Trail of Genius

Destination: Madrid Prelude — Madrid, Spain Main Program — Spain (Barcelona) and France (Nice, Mougins, Biot, Le Cannet, Vallauris, Antibes, […]

Hotel du Pont Royal: Paris, France

By Kelsey Liebenson-Morse “There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it […]

La Belle Époque in Paris

Destination: Paris, France Dates: September 17 – 24, 2013 For more information on this trip please contact Literary Traveler 1-855-LIT-TRVL Readings:  The […]

Caodai Calling: Victor Hugo’s Vietnam

A traveler to an architectural oddity in Tay Ninh, Vietnam, tunes in to the otherworldy call of a wacky bizarro cult.

Happy Birthday, Julia: Celebrating the Centenary of a Culinary Icon

by Amanda Festa  One of my most vivid memories of childhood is the distinct voice of Julia Child wafting, or […]

A Farewell to Average Travel: Would you stay at a Hemingway Hotel?

by Amanda Festa There is no shortage of unique options when it comes to choosing travel accommodations.  There are hotels […]

Van Gogh & The Dead in Arles, France

It’s late October, but the sun beats down on my bare head with the ferocity of an August heat wave. I stand at the entrance of Les Alyscamps, Elisii Campi, the Elysian Fields. It is the final resting place of Roman dead in Arles in the South of France. A cloying floral scent weighs heavily in my throat, the scent of thousands of funerals over thousands of years. Tall straight trees line the walkway like sentinels. Or prison bars. I’m alone at the gates to the great necropolis and I’m in the open air, but still I feel suffocated.