We’re currently in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, an exceedingly popular place among the retired expat/neo-nomad types of the world.…
Never tired of London
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,…
