After a hot weekend, Monday morning was cool and windy. Andrew and I visited St George, the oldest town on the island.  The bus carried us along the north shore of Bermuda and up into the hills where the houses became grander and the roads quieter. From the bus stop at the Swizzle Inn, we  Read the Rest…

Mid-morning, we went to the beach slathered in half the tube of sunscreen. The Airbnb supplied two chairs, beach towels and a tiny, mostly useless umbrella, which we duly lugged around the corner and down the eighth of a mile to Elbow Beach. The astonishing clear, turquoise water went from cold to tepid to bathwater  Read the Rest…

Bermuda for Two: Saltus Grammar School On a background of deep green foliage, Bermuda is a watercolor of pastels beginning with the turquoise of the sea. The stucco of the cottages are painted shades of manganese and cerulean; rose madder and diluted pink opera, lemon yellow and new gamboge, topped off with bright, white limestone  Read the Rest…