It’s hard to believe that it was only one year ago that I was in France. It feels like decades. And yet, it’s true, it
It’s been a shit few years or so. 2019 is the first one that’s ending on a true, sustainable upswing. It’s Thanksgiving week, and I
I am writing this at 7:30 am. I am at a bakery, with a croissant and a double espresso in front of me, along with
Today I traveled from Chamonix to Paris. This is my final destination. After today there are only two days left before I head home. This
I went up to Aiguille du Midi. I joked that it was the pinnacle of this whole adventure, but there was truth behind the jest.
Getting from Lyon to Chamonix by train was no laughing matter, and today’s anxiety attacks proved it. My excitement about getting up into the Alps
I am in Lyon and it is gorgeous. And I’m visiting my old friend, the Rhône, once again. She is just as blue here as
After dark the streets in Arles aren’t just well-lit, they’re lit cheerily and with lots of color. There is noise around, noise of conversation and fun, noise of safety nearby should it be needed.
As a writer it’s difficult to admit that a location has me so in thrall that I’ve been rendered speechless. It runs rather counter to one’s desire to write about the location. But, alas, here we are.
Imagine limestone walls, narrow passageways, gas lanterns casting a warm friendly glow and soft laughter coming from restaurants you know are around a corner but can’t see yet…
That’s Sarlat, and dammit if I’m not already in love with it.
A friend suggested I make more of an effort to talk about my experiences and thoughts on local culture along with posting daily favorite photos.
Enjoyed a lovely breakfast with Travel Buddy before he left for London. The main topic of conversation? Sketching out a trip to Spain and Portugal
Good grief, this town is unbelievably gorgeous. Favorite photos from today are below. I’m forcing myself to choose only ten per day. I’m sure I’ll
Heeeey so I left Bordeaux this morning and am now in Amboise. My FAVORITE EVER Travel Buddy hopped on a train from London to come
I’m at an Italian bistro for dinner. There is an older couple sitting next to me and they are having a heated conversation. I don’t