My French movie
I stepped out onto the terrace last weekend and noticed two bees engaging in some coital flitting-about. Initially I thought it was the…
Read MoreI stepped out onto the terrace last weekend and noticed two bees engaging in some coital flitting-about. Initially I thought it was the…
Read MoreLast year I felt obliged to share at least one criticism of the French, considering how much I wax lyrical about them and…
Read MoreWhen I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…
Read MoreI love animals. Kitties, puppies — those are easy. Cows and pigs? Sure thing. Pigeons? I feed ‘em where I see ‘em and…
Read MoreOn the train back to Fitou from Barcelona yesterday there was a French couple sitting in front of me with their baby. Robert…
Read MoreBefore explaining the degree to which Barceloneta beach sucks, I should probably acknowledge that I am hardly a connoisseur of beaches. There are…
Read MoreMosquitos love me. From my earliest days they romped around me and delighted in my juices while ignoring the rest of my family….
Read MoreDo you have a special place? I have a special place but didn’t know that’s what it was until a few months ago,…
Read MoreIt is clear that I am hardly the only viewer of the fifty or so programs on television featuring Gordon Ramsay who has…
Read MoreOn Facebook lately there’s been a thing going around in which someone names the ten books that have been most influential to him…
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