I decided to drive into Paris today. And for my debut, I decided to drive to Montparnasse where I was meeting my friend for lunch. Montparnasse is not the land of free and easy parking, but I was feeling bold. Plus I wanted to wear these shoes and not have to walk to the train, then transfer a couple of… Read More
I’ve just a few more postcards for you from our trip to Bretagne. They’re about as orderly as this. Random clouds of sand kicked up with no order. There was our usual trip to Dinard, just us. For ice-cream and photos. Ice-cream before the photos = not very wise. And the usual getaway. The pursuit and the hostage negotiations. Another… Read More
Greetings from Bretagne where you wear sweaters on the beach. No worries, though – there are plenty of things to do. You can, for instance, jump off the wall. You can also cry because you’re not allowed to jump off the wall. You can pretend you’re a monkey. You can decide that you’re going to risk getting a little wet… Read More
There is a reason the houses in Provence are all sorts of glorious colors and it’s not because they were painted that way, contrary to my first assumption. The secret is in the ochre. Ochre is a stone that is found naturally here and here in all sorts of colors, even blue. We visited Rustrel, which used to be a… Read More
When I was 19 I got a passport for the first time and, with great fear and trembling, stepped on a plane bound for France. (Actually, it was bound for New York first, and I had a hard time figuring out that I actually needed to go to a different terminal for international flights.) I was spending a semester abroad,… Read More
I have an update for you on our saga of glove and despair, of beast or famine, and it’s turned out brilliantly for one of the parties involved. (You’ll thank me for not providing you with a link, those of you who are not up to date). Rémy was indeed in the latter stages of his life, thanks to the… Read More
