Category: Letters From Provence
Letters from Provence
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
“I don’t want to talk to the person who is going to die in approximately 5 minutes,” Devon said, giggling. That would be me. I’d […] Read More
Nowhere else other than Aix am I able to live so completely in the moment. Perhaps it’s the 35-minute walk each morning down narrow streets […] Read More
I’ve been reading the reflective essays of the Emerson students I took to Aix this May. Some arrived worried about having to speak a language […] Read More
As a place to stroll down narrow, centuries-old streets or to shop for field-fresh food in near-daily markets, the city of Aix-en-Provence is without peer […] Read More
I confess. There have been times in the last week that I’ve craved life in the slow lane. This morning, after breakfast with my host […] Read More