When people go away, they send the best emails. In a new, occasional series, we air them out.

I arrived in Paris with some anxiety: prior descriptions I’d heard of the French (and you’ve undoubtedly heard them, too) ranged from irrational, blind admiration (we all know a Francophile), all the way to utter disgust (we’ve all had a Freedom Fry). Further, I came to Paris knowing I’d be on my own without much command for…

When people go away, they send the best emails. In a new, occasional series, we air them out.

We are surviving quite nicely here in Swaziland. A week ago Friday we were invited to a farewell party for one of the assistant directors who is going back to the U.S. Since we would have had to spend the night in another village it seemed like too much of a hassle so we passed it up. Good…

When people go away, they send the best emails. In a new, occasional series, we air them out.

On my second day here in Delhi, a colleague warned me that personal space is an almost alien concept to most Delhiwallas. He revealed this to me while we jockeyed for space on the sidewalks of Connaught Place, after a passerby smashed into me with his shoulder. An hour later, while finishing drinks and paying our bill,…