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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]