a vinegarish aunt

It was not quite enough time to tackle the wood-fired bathtub contraption, but it was plenty enough to motor up a long, winding hill to the north, where almost a year before we'd found hatfuls and shirtfuls of morel mushrooms with Erik's friend Breakfast.

The joggers pounded the pavement for several miles each day.

Today, people are taking to the street once again. Clad in face masks, and flashing the three-fingered Hunger Games salute to the sound of Thai rap, thousands of protesters have thronged the capital over recent months, demanding political reform of a military-backed government seen as bungling and corrupt.