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
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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
We’ll call him Bernard, this man who touched our lives today. I wouldn’t wish to offend by using his real name. This morning, Luca, one […] Read More
It’s a giddy feeling, almost like looking forward to a college reunion when you’ve heard an old girlfriend is on the list of those coming. […] Read More
Room 255 saved my sanity yesterday. No, I haven’t been committed to an asylum yet like the tranquil setting in Saint Remy where Vincent Van […] Read More