In France the World Cup is a big deal. Every bar, and I daresay I am not exaggerating, had a TV, and some had more than one. In our little town four screens were set up. Food and drinks…

  Chelsea came home for the weekend. Driving home from Marseille we traced along the foothills of Saint Baume. The Super Moon rose to greet us. It was as a glowing ball of wonder and took our breath away. Without…

    My friend Allison, who is twenty years younger than me, and whom I have known since she was seven, leaves tomorrow. I am going to be a lost duck, I mean cigalle without her! The other day while…

    Looking out from the top of Lacoste. Do you see the lavender fields in the distance?       A fountain once of practical importance, now simply admired.          Whenever I see a cat I…

  France in the early summer is a royal feast for the senses. And though it is old, it never grows old for me. The color of the season surprises me over and over again. Oh, that Provencal blue sky…