Farewell, Fitou
The time came for me to go home. After 85 nights in the so-called Yellow Apartment that I had found on Roomorama I…
Read MoreThe time came for me to go home. After 85 nights in the so-called Yellow Apartment that I had found on Roomorama I…
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 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…
Read MoreI was glad to have a sunny day because the view of the Pyrenees from the hilltops around Fitou is magnificent.
Read MoreAs I’ve written here, this trip to the south of France has been my first time in this part of the country. In…
Read MoreAfter my discouraging first attempt a couple of weeks ago – when I fought the wind and the wind won – I’m thrilled…
Read MoreThese pics didn’t fit anywhere else but I like them. There’s a man in this cloud and he was scattering seed with abandon….
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