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 … More

The Extraordinary Ordinary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

El Palmar is a small town near Valencia. It’s in the Albufera National Park and on the shore of the … More