Out of the frying pan and into the lap of luxury

I feel like the future is simultaneously wide open and closed down. I’m not talking globally, though that’s certainly the…

A quest for confinement number 3: the baguette

What is left when everything has gone south? The pleasures of Paris are closed up once again, in compliance with…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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