Tout Seul in Carcassonne
Something about the double-walled, turreted city on a hill, Carcassonne, has always captured my imagination, so in Avignon I board a
Read MoreThere’s something about the word “sojourn” that sounds like luxuriating in a bath of travel. It’s not quick; it’s not checking a box. Sojourning is staying around a little while, meeting people who speak another language, tasting foods that become familiar, going to the same café every morning and the waiter knows you. Here are some sojourns.
Something about the double-walled, turreted city on a hill, Carcassonne, has always captured my imagination, so in Avignon I board a
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
Read MoreAs I walk down the hill from Gordes the next morning, I have a strange feeling. It’s déjà vu. I’ve
Read MoreIn doing my best to speak and understand French every day, I’ve learned that it is more important to understand
Read MoreSomething happened for the first time when I was twenty that changed my life. I had a very good friend
Read MoreIt turns out sleeping within a walled city is something that can be felt. When I wake in Avignon, having
Read MoreThe train arrives twenty minutes late at Gare du Nord. I’m at the door on arrival and dash where the
Read MoreIt is a very early morning. Dark and quiet. The French have a saying: Je me suis levé avec les oiseaux! or
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