Fair enough. No one would confuse a visit to Marseille with slow-lane travel. This is France’s third largest city, with more than 1.7 million people […]
It seems fitting that the studio painter Paul Cézanne built late in his life is open but five hours a day, first from 10 to […]
In his guidebooks, Rick Steves is no fan of Fontaine-de-Vaucluse, a Provencal village tucked beneath a steep mountainside pockmarked with caves. I beg to differ. […]
In our first two weeks in France, we have never sat in a car, never taken a train, only once boarded a bus. So what […]
With Kathy giving instructions, I never know what perilous road our car will end up on. I wrote about this adventure, in the Aude region of southern France, for the Christian Science Monitor in 2008.
As we drive southeast of this restored medieval village on the narrow, two-lane D611, triangular signs with images of falling black boulders line the route. I’m never quite sure how to guard against these rock slides, but the signs do cause me to grip the wheel of our gray, puttering Ford Fiesta with both hands.