I guess this was bound to happen
Frankenfood comes to France.
Frankenfood comes to France.
The travel sketchbook, or carnet de voyage, is HUGE in France. There are festivals devoted to them in lots of places. Artists come from all over Europe to show off their work. I’ve now been to two, and am booked…
Last week’s snowfall was impressive and beautiful, despite the near-impossibility of travel for a day.
I braced myself for a visit to Sennelier on a recent trip to Paris and bought myself a 48-pan watercolor palette. It was a bit of a production, as it involved ordering the plastic half-pans (mark this down, Francophiles, they…
Listened to podcasts until I felt sick. And snapped this photo.
On a clear day, or clear-ish, the vista is simply magnificent.
No words left, no more outrage for the state of the world right now. I think I may just have to resort to asking the Lord to come back and get it all over with it. This morning, I was…
The last couple of weeks have been a long, hard slog. Work took me to Berlin and to Paris, both, of course, glorious locations, though I mainly saw the interiors of our meetings and hotel rooms. Arrived home Wednesday, limp…
On a summer evening some years ago, two of the South’s most celebrated writers, William Faulkner and Katherine Anne Porter, were dining together at a plush restaurant in Paris. Everything had been laid out to perfection; a splendid meal had…
Perhaps it’s the charming backwater where I live, but I have noticed that, for all their vaunted style and elegance, the French do some extremely odd things. As in today’s photo, which is “something new.” I’ll say. And no, I…