Sometimes, when the weather’s nice and I feel nature calling, I’ll take the RER out of the city, not too far, a half-hour ride west from the center of Paris. Actually, it isn’t nature calling but a friend of mine who lives out there.
Celebrating Arbor Day in New Jersey. When I get back to Paris next week I’m sure to find my plants looking dry and forlorn but alive and willing to be nursed back to health through the spring. The secret to raising plants, I’ve found, is to not get too attached to them.
One afternoon last weekend, while visiting friends in flat, damp Vendée, south of the Loire by the Atlantic coast, I abandoned them to their napping 2-year-old, their coughing 4-year-old, and their 6-year-old having a brat attack because she didn’t [...]
