We finally got Smart today and rented a petite voiture. Actually our mini-wheels were not made by Mercedes. Meet Madeline, our Fiat 500, getting a […] Read More
Month: February 2014
I shudder to think what comes out of my mouth when I get stuck in French and revert to the lost cause of literal translation. […] Read More
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 […] Read More
Posted first at the Huffington Post. From the start, the math didn’t add up. Kathy and I were headed to France for a half year. […] Read More
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 […] Read More
The most valuable lesson we learned during language classes may yet prove to be the idiomatic French expression, Il pleut comme vache qui pisse. No, […] Read More
Aix-en-Provence is best known for its Cours Mirabeau, the wide, cafe-lined main street that in the heat of summer is filled with the fashionable and […] Read More
We were walking alongside the port in Marseille on a cultural excursion for my two-person afternoon intensive class, when one of my five French teachers […] Read More