France – Clay Russell

I read a minute ago that the French eat 50 million snails a year. Wait. Let me clarify. I read just now in…

Already the snideness has begun. “We get it. You vacationed in Paris.” “Suddenly everybody is French.” Some among us have taken to social media…

Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…

There is a restaurant in Paris that I like very much. Truth be told, there are a dozen or more restaurants in Paris…

Three years ago I was living in Fitou in France during a period of decompression and introspection. The preceding autumn had been just…

Calvin and I celebrated two anniversaries, a 21st and a 6th. Nice stuff! We went to Europe and I stayed there a while….

Food really gets me going. I enjoy eating it, cooking it, planning ways I will cook it, shopping for things I need to…

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…

Clay Russell