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Darlene stepping down a narrow street this afternoon in the old city of Mougins. Tweet

We took a bus to see the nearby old city of Mougins this afternoon, after packing most of the morning and putting things back where we found them in Francoise’s apartment. When I cleared the desk in her room five … Continue reading →

A train waits to depart the Toulouse station this afternoon. After a four-and-a-half-hour trip, our train pulled into Cannes this evening three minutes late. During the ride, I finished Lord Jim, Darlene read a mystery and slept, and Deb worked … Continue reading →

View from the visitor’s entrance at the cave at Niaux, south of Foix in the French Pyrenees, showing metal sculpture and overlook platform to the right. Tweet

When I first began work on a review of Clayton Eshleman’s Juniper Fuse in July, I imagined yesterday’s moment: my own view of Upper Paleolithic images drawn on a cave wall in France. I did not imagine how distracting the … Continue reading →

Afternoon traffic on the main street through Castillons-en-Couserans today. Tweet

The night train to Toulouse could have been a time capsule, for our sense tonight of having been transported back centuries in time. Not that the city of Toulouse lacks modern conveniences, including an Avis rental car office at the … Continue reading →

Len waiting in his own chair at the Place Vauban bus stop on Boulevard Carnot. Tweet

The driver of the 3VB to Mougins gave me an odd look when I climbed aboard with a white pool chair that Andre and Jacqueline had loaned me. I have used the loaner to avoid wear and tear on the … Continue reading →

Gare du Lyon in Paris, with two of the bullet-shaped TGV engines in background. Tweet