Scores of people get off the train from Paris at Moret-Veneux-Les-Sablons. Most, I notice, are carrying the international symbols of tourism—a camera and a bottle of water. Since I’m not quite sure what I’m doing, this is hopefully a sign… Read More ›
It’s been awhile since I’ve written. Although here in Charlottesville we haven’t had the scorching weather of other places, it’s still too hot to do much outdoors. Then today, I found a note on my phone—a journal entry if you… Read More ›
Shortly before midnight, I crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up to my chin. The sea breeze billowed the curtains. Other than the drone of the wind and an occasional squawk from a gull, silence. Blackness finally erased an… Read More ›
From the Saint Lazare train station, I caught the 7:18 to Vernon. My destination was Claude Monet’s home in Giverny. I planned this trip the night before, a solo adventure on the last day before a heat wave descended on… Read More ›
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 ›
The World In Between 