Rembrandt has become to my spring what the mistral was to my winter: an unexpected thread, weaving together random events. My last reference to the Dutch master will be the…
Last night was one of those nights when everything was going fine until… In this case, it was until we were discussing the menu for tonight while driving home from…
Thanks for keeping me company on my Winter in Provence. When I rise Monday morning in Akron, I hope there’s nothing to report like getting to the train station in…
The balance of my hours in Provence were happily spent doing what I came to do. In the morning I made a pilgrimage to Thoronet, a Cistercian abbey built at…
I’m up early today with ringing bells and cooing pigeons, comme d’habitude. Tomorrow morning at this time I’ll be von Trapping it to Aix to snag the wonder-train back to Paris.…
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