In awe of the French Anytime I take a trip in France and walk among ancient Roman ruins, I am thankful to the French. In French towns and villages where the Romans used to roam, you can actually see, feel, touch and experience the places of the past. […]
Before I ever dreamed of living in France, I had this wild idea about visiting Nepal and Kathmandu
Mon fils is visiting me in Uzes. 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.
This summer I was invited to a bullfight in Nimes. Visions of bulls, matadors and swinging red capes have been swirling in my head ever since.
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.
I promised I’d know French by Christmas
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.
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 […]
Update to yesterday’s blog, “One Step Forward, Two Back“. Lucy needed a new battery after all. Hoping to drive to Nimes to deal with my lost phone at SFR, I went to the parking garage to pick up Lucy. Soon I discovered the battery was dead … again. […]
If you think living in France is buttery croissants and fancy red wine, welcome to my week.
Sete, France on a weekend in the summer is more than a bar scene. It’s a multi-cultural extravaganza.
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.
Every Thursday night during July and August the city of Nimes throws a party.
Saying “goodbye” to Mustang Sally hasn’t been easy. Looking back at some of the posts of our adventures together makes me happy and sad.
Everything that happens to me in France sounds like an adventure
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.