Never tired of London

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Samuel Johnson Why do I always forget how … More

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 … More

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 … More

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 … More

The Big Scram Plan

Oh, let me wax poetic about the excitement of sorting, of reducing things to essentials. Leaving behind the superfluous. The … More

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 … More

Chilling in Douarnenez, Brittany

I thought I was relaxed. We’d already spent a week on Belle Île, happy place extraordinaire. Continuing our flee-the-heat Brittany … More

There’s no place like gone

A friend asked me at a party if there’s anywhere in the world I dream of living. I couldn’t answer. … More

Anywhere there’s friends

Oh hey. I’ve been meaning to write, but who’s got the time? We’ve been happily and frequently jaunting here, there, … More

Here, There, Anywhere

Yesterday, Mark and I had “the talk”, as we are wont to do every New Year’s Eve. It’s how we … More