I once had an experience that I would call the thrill of the familiar. When we first moved to Paris,…
Towns of the Knights Templar
I keep getting my socks knocked off by the hilly backcountry north of Montpellier. On a tongue-in-cheek map of France…
A one-way ticket to Paris
I love that sense-sharpened feeling of arriving in a new place. Taking it all in, eyes wide open, as you…
On being unperturbed by lost luggage
This is another rescued snippet from the old Tumblr I’m clearing out. May 2017 We’ve gotten lazy, 7+ months into…
Hiking in the Hérault*
We made it back to Mourèze, a town I’d mentioned in my last post, and you know what? I still…
Head for the hills: in the foothills of the Cévennes
Enamored of our driver’s licenses and motivated by a sense of the clock ticking down on our time here in…
The 80/20 rule
In the absence of going places, I’m thinking about things again. The Atlantic had an article where a self-proclaimed clutter…
This is Nice
Woo-hoo, we’ve been sprung!* Almost the second the second confinement was lifted, we got out of town, fleeing the classic…
Photo Collection: Shrubbery
There will be no Xmas tree this year as we’re off visiting Nice (not that we’re the deck-the-halls types anyway).…
Photo collection: Walkways/Ways of Walking
Walkway signs: the world’s unloved street art
