The bar tabac and my Norwegians
There is a French institution called the bar tabac. It exists in the smallest villages, such as Fitou, and the largest cities, such…
Read MoreThere is a French institution called the bar tabac. It exists in the smallest villages, such as Fitou, and the largest cities, such…
Read MoreThe first time I traveled overseas was the summer of 1973. I was eleven, and my grandmother took my mother and me to…
Read MoreSome years ago Calvin and I spent a week 1000 kilometers from here in Brittany, in a charming medieval town called Dinan. During…
Read MoreOne recent Saturday I was wandering through a town. It was cold and rainy and there weren’t a lot of people out. It’s…
Read MoreWine lists, menus, advertisements and grocery store flyers in France all sport a government-imposed warning about the dangers of alcohol abuse. Something I…
Read MoreThis current stay in France isn’t a vacation and there hasn’t been much vacationlike dining. Still, I’ve managed to squeeze a lot of…
Read MoreIt’s too early to know what this year’s wine will be like, but it’s safe to say the harvest of rocks will be…
Read MoreOn Friday I went for a hike. (There’s probably a better definition of the word but I consider it a hike versus a…
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