People often ask: “why did you move to France?”
Favorite foods and travels 2014
Churches, Temples and Mosques
Christmas in the beautiful village of Uzes, France.
Before I ever dreamed of living in France, I had this wild idea about visiting Nepal and Kathmandu
Family is visiting Uzès. Nothing could make me happier than to show him the sights and to introduce him to my new friends.
The farmer who sells goat cheese at the Uzes Saturday Market is one of my favorite vendors.
One of the local artists in Uzes threw a soiree for a few friends and fans. Aside from celebrating the last days of his exhibit, t was a crazy good party.
It’s time to make wine in France
By now you know the south of France was hit by flooding in many villages near Uzes
The last few days in Uzes have not been a lot of fun. The area is being hit by torrential rain and there has been flooding in many towns and villages.
This week Uzes celebrated its first Blanc Nuit, “White Night”. By all accounts, the event that is an annual affair in Paris will be back in Uzes by popular demand.
When I learned my hometown friend, whom I hadn’t seen in 40 years, was coming to visit me in Uzes, right away I started planning her trip. One that we’d both enjoy.
the controversal pastime – Ferias
Just tell me there’s a bullfight close to Uzes and I’m there. As usual, there’s always a party going on that makes the corrida even more fun.
As published in France Today There’s a dress shop in the village square of my adopted home in France where finding what’s new in fall fashions takes you back a century or two. A visit to the store reminds you of rummaging through your grandmother’s closet, or uncovering […]
There must be something in the air in the little village of San Quentin la Poterie that stokes a fire in the creative minds of artists. They are everywhere.
It’s bad enough to have a crown fall out of your mouth when you’re new to the country. Finding out your dentist speaks no English is worse.
The Fete Votive in Uzes 2014 has come to a successful end. Although the weather could have been better for some of the events, the spirit of the crowd was hardly dampened. Final days and nights of the annual festival were filled with the more bulls, horses, men […]
The parade down the main street of town, however, was straight out of a H.G. Wells novel.