I keep revisiting this post and debating why I’m writing it. This morning, reading a new story in Le Monde about the horrendous flooding in Nepal, I imagined so vividly sitting halfway up mountainside drinking tea, looking down at the small houses and cultivated fields spreading below, peaceful and productive. My tea-drinking taking place in a little row of three or four ramshackle structures serving instant coffee with condensed milk, tea or… Read More