Avignon again

For as much as I love thinking of myself quasi-nomadic, I sure like to talk to myself about someday settling … More

Sweet home Paris

I once had an experience that I would call the thrill of the familiar. When we first moved to Paris, … More

I keep getting my socks knocked off by the hilly backcountry north of Montpellier. On a tongue-in-cheek map of France … More

I love that sense-sharpened feeling of arriving in a new place. Taking it all in, eyes wide open, as you … More

This is another rescued snippet from the old Tumblr I’m clearing out. May 2017 We’ve gotten lazy, 7+ months into … More

We made it back to Mourèze, a town I’d mentioned in my last post, and you know what? I still … More

Enamored of our driver’s licenses and motivated by a sense of the clock ticking down on our time here in … More

In the absence of going places, I’m thinking about things again. The Atlantic had an article where a self-proclaimed clutter … More

Woo-hoo, we’ve been sprung!* Almost the second the second confinement was lifted, we got out of town, fleeing the classic … More

There will be no Xmas tree this year as we’re off visiting Nice (not that we’re the deck-the-halls types anyway). … More