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
Category: Letters From Provence
Letters from Provence
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
Thank goodness the French have come to their senses. Terrorism may grip Iraq, Syria and Yemen. Climate change is forcing Texans to build arks. And […] Read More