Tag: France
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 […] Read More
When Kathy and I set out for a week in Paris with our grand-daughter we wanted to do something really special for her. Who would […] Read More
Devon picked out her fanciful new Paris outfit this morning, figuring it might help her get chosen as the magician’s assistant. Somehow, to my surprise, […] Read More
In June 2007, just a few months before the birth of our first grandchild, Kathy and I returned from a five-month sabbatical in France. We […] 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