So, despite my preferred mode of existence resembling something like being glued to my girlfriend Indira and never letting go, some weeks past we arrived amongst the highest peaks of…
Explaining my Francophile Tendencies
My favourite Sister has completed her first year of university and of course everyone rejoices. To celebrate after finishing her final exam we spend a weekend in Normandy, accompanied by…
Not getting Kidnapped by Muslims
Its Latin name might not betray her Islamic heritage, as Mallorca indicates “the larger one” in opposition to Menorca, “the smaller one”, but like the neighbouring Balearic Islands and most…
Populated by a (French Speaking) Horse’s Head
We drive over the outer edges of the French Pyrenees, fields of warm sunflowers and ripening grapes on both sides, occasionally passing a thin church tower sticking out above a…
Pushing Indi off a Cliff
We live in a hole in a sandstone cliff, carved by unknown hands, listening to some music after lunch, hiding there from the sun, and looking out over the sea….
An Offer I couldn’t Refuse
Versione in Italiano sotto Step 1: Arrival Zia Laura and Zio Fabio live atop a Tuscan hill overlooking hundreds of neat and verdant vineyard lines under an eternally blue sky….
Warm Summer Shades
The day is hot as the sun warms the golden fields of Tuscany. We enjoy the lack of humidity we suffered in Venice, making the summer here less stuffy and…
A Bag full of Polaroid Cameras
Barring my Grandmother, my Aunt Hélène is by far the most generous person in my life. As she has told me often, giving is her greatest joy, and to gift…
Pushing Beetles through the Wall
This will be an exercise in memory. In the first years of my childhood, my parents often took my sister and I travelling around the Provence, mostly choosing sleepy towns…
Seppe, or, The Big Friendly Giant
Most people say to believe in mythical creatures is a children’s game. They insist the strange characters and colourful souls from folklore tales and old legends are just that, figments…