Old York

Ship’s log: York, England. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we’ve seen any meaningful sun. Morale is low. Scone and … More

Glasgow: come for the haggis, stay for the rain

Ok, I didn’t come for the haggis, or the rain, though I certainly knew that we would very likely experience … More

Si l’on habite près d’une gare, cela change complètement la vie. On a l’impression d’être de passage, rien n’est jamais … More

I’m walking around in a fog of uncertainty and that’s how I like it. I’m a woman of mystery! Suspense! … More

Oh, let me wax poetic about the excitement of sorting, of reducing things to essentials. Leaving behind the superfluous. The … More

We’ve come to upper Provence, primarily to visit Alexandra David Néel’s house in Digne-les-Bains. If I’d been paying attention, this … More

As you well know, I don’t need much excuse to get out the door. However, as we are smack between … More

Yes, I’ve let the blog languish. Again. And that’s ok, things run their course. There’s not been much to report, … More

Nantes had been on our list for a good long time, but that’s true of many places. What finally tipped … More

I thought I was relaxed. We’d already spent a week on Belle Île, happy place extraordinaire. Continuing our flee-the-heat Brittany … More