When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Samuel Johnson Why do I always forget how…
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…
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…
On the lam with half a plan
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…
Entertaining notions
I’m walking around in a fog of uncertainty and that’s how I like it. I’m a woman of mystery! Suspense!…
The Big Scram Plan
Oh, let me wax poetic about the excitement of sorting, of reducing things to essentials. Leaving behind the superfluous. The…
What would Alexandra David Néel do?
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…
The Ardeche and Chauvet cave
As you well know, I don’t need much excuse to get out the door. However, as we are smack between…
Where I’ve been and where I’m not going
Yes, I’ve let the blog languish. Again. And that’s ok, things run their course. There’s not been much to report,…
Nantes, and not-Nantes
Nantes had been on our list for a good long time, but that’s true of many places. What finally tipped…
The Let's Get Lost Game 