The crazy grown-up digs

The tale can now be told. Who knew it would take this long? The story, in its entirety: Late March…

The Basilica of Brioude

Cantal excursion, day 3. We’d seen beautiful towns and had eaten very, very well. How much better could one trip…

August is the cruelest month. Our new home in the south of France is as hot as the blazes, but…

I love good historical fiction, the kind written by historians with a knack for spinning a tale. The trouble is,…

Right now is a time to be in-between places. Neither here nor there. We’re moving, but our new apartment won’t…

We’ve been in a spin. And while I love concocting scenarios and plans, it’s been a bit much. There are…

When we’re not going places, the thing I like best is planning to go places. After that, the thing I…

I’d heard vague murmurings about a tapestry in Angers, but it was just one of many things on the list…

We’re back in Paris for a 5 week hiatus before we set off yondering again. I’ve scandalized my younger self…

We were languishing in Valencia. Nothing was wrong exactly. The city center was beautiful, people were friendly, we ate well.…