Fire Dancer Jacques Cartier
Not afraid of anything, in constant motion, Jacques Cartier was perpetually on fire. It probably felt like his whole life
Read MoreNot afraid of anything, in constant motion, Jacques Cartier was perpetually on fire. It probably felt like his whole life
Read MoreAfter a fifty-minute walk from the train station in the old sea city of Sète to the quiet Hotel Venezia
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Read MoreSomething about the double-walled, turreted city on a hill, Carcassonne, has always captured my imagination, so in Avignon I board a
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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
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