Gary Lee Kraut
Gary Lee Kraut is the editor of France Revisited and an award-winning travel writer. As a long-time specialist on travel and touring in France, he has become the go-to contact for individual travelers and travel agents seeking personalized travel advice and customized tours in Paris and throughout France. See the About the Editor tab at the top of this page for his complete bio.
French cuisine in Philadelphia
Explorations in French cuisine in the City of Brotherly Love. A round-up of French restaurants in Philadelphia.
Franco-Philadelphians in Paris
Portraits of Philadelphians in Paris that follow reveal the various ways in which individuals have found and made their personal connection between the City of Light and the City of Brotherly Love.
The New Fragrance of the Paris Café
We knew we would be breathing easier when France entered the nonsmoking age in January 2008 with a full ban on smoking in enclosed public places including cafés, bars, and restaurants. But the Parisian café was previously so identified with smoke and smokers that
McDonald’s France throws Bush under the train, jumps on the Obama Express
In the waning days of the Bush administration, McDonald’s France decided it was finally time to get on the Obamania bandwagon and start promoting...
La Rochelle: Part III, History and Practical Information
Following a winter wanderbout in La Rochelle by night and by day, a brief accounting of local history, some practical advice, restaurant tips and hotel suggestions for this town for all seasons, whether for a 1-, 2-, or 3-night stay, plus excursions to the nearby islands.
La Rochelle: A Winter Wanderbout in an Old Port Town, Part II: Day
The following morning is sunny and cool. I have breakfast in a café facing the port. I visit the Saturday morning market in and around Les Halles, the covered food market on Place du Marché. I enter the massive, graceless cathedral looking for a chapel of ship-theme ex-votos. Every port town has one. ..
La Rochelle: A Winter Wanderbout in an Old Port Town, Part I: Night
I am not a seafaring man. My ancestors took several billions of years to evolve from the deep; I see no reason to go back. But give me a safe old port town on a misty evening, even on a cold winter’s night like this, and I’ll wander about for hours as if looking for chance.
The Electrician
The back table by the kitchen at Kasaphani, Paris’s premier Greek Cypriot restaurant, is reserved for family and friends. Tony, the oldest of the...
Writing without gloves
On a cold Paris winter day, as the ice thickens on Canal Saint Martin, the writer takes off his gloves to work.