What I Wore, in Bordeaux . . .
After that long and word-heavy post in which I rambled along Rue Ste Catherine, I thought you might like some photos and a chance to see whether our garb marks us as tourists. Of course,…
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Saturday Morning in Bordeaux
I try to hide my impatience when Pater finally comes downstairs for tea, more than two hours after dawn reached through the skylight to tickle me awake and send me tiptoeing out of the bedroom.…
View PostToo Beautiful . . . a farmhouse in Rural France
I can hardly stand it! We are staying in the renovated and professionally and charmingly decorated 300-year old farmhouse which old walking friends run as a Chambre d’hôte in the Loire departement of France. Almost…
View PostCycling Near Bordeaux. . .
I’m just waiting for Pater to get back with something for dinner. We had planned to eat a simple meal, perhaps steak frites, at the cafe around the corner, but that ten-minute walk feels too…
View PostBordeaux: it's all Sharks and Roses and Cabbages!
This past week has been emotionally gruelling, but Paul’s father was buried yesterday, and now we will begin to move forward. I’ve just erased a paragraph in which I tried to explain our decision not…
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