As we rode out of Paris to the Loire Valley, I sat poised in my seat, notebook out, pen in hand. I was ready to jot down tidbits of details, memory joggers, for when I returned to Paris to write… Read More ›
Day trips, weekends, hikes (mainly to wine).
It is Sunday morning and the market square in Nice is coming alive surrounded by the pastel 500 year old buildings of the Cours Saleya. A dusty pink sky turns pale blue as chirping birds welcome the morning. Rapid fire… Read More ›