Woods Hole on Cape Cod is a special village, a place of cafes and bikes, boats and flowers. Shops and, above all, science. It’s a great place to visit, rain or shine. But it’s a special treat on those days when the sun and surf don’t quite cooperate.
I could live here. It’s the first thing that comes to mind as I again walk the narrow streets of Aix, listening to laughter carried […] Read More
The light dances, changing hues, shaping brilliance and shadow. It warms the evening and the soul. Take a stroll. It’s a chance to reflect and to lavish in the sunlight’s last hours.
By now, our third stay in the second-floor apartment of the solid house our landlady’s grandfather built early in the last century, Kathy and I […] Read More
We head home to Boston Saturday, and some of my students reiterated after our game of petanque this evening that they just don’t want to […] Read More