Clay Russell – Page 12 – On interesting people, places, food and things

Fitou is halfway between two cities. To the south there’s Perpignan, about which I’ve written. Close to the Spanish border, one sees signs…

Right now I am sitting in a bar. Sitting in a bar could mean many things, of course. I have occupied bars in…

I stepped out onto the terrace last weekend and noticed two bees engaging in some coital flitting-about. Initially I thought it was the…

Last year I felt obliged to share at least one criticism of the French, considering how much I wax lyrical about them and…

When I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…

I love animals. Kitties, puppies — those are easy. Cows and pigs? Sure thing. Pigeons? I feed ‘em where I see ‘em and…

On the train back to Fitou from Barcelona yesterday there was a French couple sitting in front of me with their baby. Robert…

Before explaining the degree to which Barceloneta beach sucks, I should probably acknowledge that I am hardly a connoisseur of beaches. There are…

Mosquitos love me. From my earliest days they romped around me and delighted in my juices while ignoring the rest of my family….

Do you have a special place? I have a special place but didn’t know that’s what it was until a few months ago,…