Théâtre de Poche in Sète
After a fifty-minute walk from the train station in the old sea city of Sète to the quiet Hotel Venezia
Read MoreAfter a fifty-minute walk from the train station in the old sea city of Sète to the quiet Hotel Venezia
Read MoreTwo flowers, Pop and Pansy, became friends. They lived between worlds. Both had some kind of ambiguous Swiss heritage. One
Read MoreSomething about the double-walled, turreted city on a hill, Carcassonne, has always captured my imagination, so in Avignon I board a
Read MoreThe Land of Rivers twists and winds through history and I suspect that if I were to go there, I
Read MoreWhen I lived in Santa Fe, Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings I walked the street where the wealthy, the doctors,
Read MoreIn the salle á manger overlooking the jade waters of the Sorgue, a gentleman sits at the next table and
Read MorePetrarch and I have something in common. We both fell in love with Fontaine-de-Vaucluse. When Petrarch first glimpsed the closed
Read MoreIn the photograph my son messaged to me back in November 2019, his deep brown eyes were wide with amazement
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