George Davis
Founder, Editor

George above Lake Champlain.

Born over three decades ago in Manhattan but living in other far-flung destinations like Paris; Rome; the Adirondacks of upstate New York; Santa Fe, New Mexico; Washington, DC and northwestern Massachusetts George is less a New Yorker than a lost-and-found bin, a pell-mell collection of places, people and old smelly socks.

He's first and foremost a slightly overzealous traveler, but also an intrepid flâneur, a peripatetic teacher, a sometime athlete, a hack fly-fisherman, a pipe-dreamer and a storyteller of sorts. For better and for worse the Margaux project has been the rather organic progeny of all these influences. Fortunately, more pragmatic, focused visionaries like Nana Chen balance out George's maverick tendencies, leaving him space to contemplate the perfect future: sail the globe and finally finish writing that novel a dozen years after its inception.

When asked for a byline George offered, "I prefer morning to evening, texture to color, and experience to instruction." Yeah, okay, whatever...

Stories:

Interview: Ludovic Hubler - On January 1, 2003 Ludovic Hubler (www.ludovichubler.com) stuck out his thumb in Strasbourg, France, and he's been hitchhiking around the world ever since. He intends to tour the continents without spending a single penny on transportation, and after more than three years he's remarkably close to achieving his goal. Born in Bar-le-Duc (Lorraine, France) and raised in Strasbourg, where he graduated in June 2002 from IECS with a Master of Science in Management degree, the 28 year old adventurer... [Visit this Feature]

Behind the US Open 2005 Snowboarding Championships - I'm soaking in the Long Trail House hot tub under a crystal-clear evening sky. It's Sunday, March 20, and—like the butter cream moon hovering above Stratton—I'm waxing slowly, shedding light but faintly, obliquely on my subject. Only, with the moon, it's picturesque, even… breathtaking... I had been involved in the just-ended 2005 US Open Snowboarding Championships. [Read this Story]

Food & Folks at the Mohegan Sun - "I expect to make about $1,500 each time I come. Sometimes a little less, sometimes more." I was listening to a self proclaimed professional gambler while waiting for The Mohegan Sun hotel shuttle to gather us up from the bus drop-off. We'd been inhaling diesel fumes from the idling buses for nearly half an hour as busload after busload disgorged excited gamblers. Three times we'd summoned the shuttle from the courtesy telephone; three times we were assured that the shuttle was on its way. But we were still waiting... [Read this Story]

Spring Skiing Stratton and Whistler, Part I - When the telephone call came, I thought, You bet! Doubleheader… I mean, it seemed too good to be true. I was already headed out to Whistler Blackcomb for a short week of spring skiing during the third week in March. Jump start the adrenaline rush with a short week in Stratton before heading our west? No brainer! I was in... [Read this Story]

Mostly Ritzy St. Thomas - Upon “deplaning” at the Cyril E. King International Airport in St. Thomas, I savored the warm, humid embrace, familiar to anyone who has abandoned the dry chill of winter for the tropics. I shrugged off my blazer as we walked across the pavement to the terminal. Good bye, New York. Hello, St. Thomas... [Visit this Feature]

Naked Southwest - It was inevitable. Like falling in love again. Like sunrise after a long, dream-filled night. Like the sort of deep satisfaction discovered in a bowl of green chile stew after four years of Brie and foi gras! It was inevitable that my return to the Southwest after four years in Paris would rejuvenate me, no, would plunge me headlong into the thrill and dazzle of naked living… [Read this Story]

Car Culture Shock - I wasn’t a total automotive neophyte. I mean, I had driven rental cars all over France and Italy. During summer and winter holidays each year I had returned to the US and trafficked New York State’s highways and byways often enough. And I had owned vehicles practically since the day I received my driver’s license as a teenager. But American car culture had perceptibly evolved since I moved to Paris four years ago. Something had changed. Something was different in me, in everyone else, or perhaps in both… [Read this Story]

Fly Fishing in Burgundy - For many, the mention of Burgundy evokes sensual memories of wine–earthy and complex–and gastronomic adventures among friends. But sybaritic nostalgia aside, there's another Burgundy that opened herself up to me during a foray into the wooded hills and valleys of the Morvan, a rural land that stretches between Clamecy, Vézelay and Avallon in the north and Charollais and Autun in the south... [Read this Story]

Lovers' Spat or Quitsville? - I’ve been answering lots of e-mails these last few months regarding traveling to France. Mostly people trying to decide whether or not to rent Maison Margaux in Paris for their next vacation despite current geopolitical reverberations, and many ultimately agreeing that it’s a great time to visit the City of Light. But not everyone. One recent e-mail read: “This would have been perfect for our vacation, but alas as US citizens we have been told that the people of France despise [us]…” [Visit this Feature]

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