The Cranky Foreign Resident: I Love the French, But Sometimes…
Three years ago Polish contributor Justyna Gawąd, her French husband and their European son moved to the Anjou region of France from Warsaw. Justyna...
Miss Mimosa and the Big Wheel Over Paris
An encounter with Phileas Fogg in Paris on his way the winter festivities on the Riviera: Mandelieu's Mimosa Festival, Nice's Carnaval, Menton's Lemon Festival.
Republicans, Democrats and the Politics of Vision in Paris
A Paris vignette by Gary Lee Kraut that examines the politics of vision (unless it's a vision of politics) in Paris, London and Berlin.
French Letters: From Gatsby Days to Templar Knights
John M. Edwards thinks the most exotic experience Americans have in Paris these days is ordering macaroons in a Piere Hermé boutique. But John remembers a time in the 1990s when, between girlfriends and apartments, Paris still rhymed with bewildering encounters and doomed relationships.
Paris Street Talk: Merry, the Mural and the Pisser (Merry, la fresque et la...
...As I turned to walk up rue Saint Merri in the Beaubourg Quarter of Paris I was surprised to see that the entire wall of a 5-story building was covered with the image of a face of a man with a finger to its lips. The man was calling for quiet. He had Dali eyes.
Adventures in Southwest France: A Home in the Landes
In which an English family move into a once-prestigious property in southwest France with hopes of enjoying the good life abroad. What they discovered was hard work… and the good life abroad.
In Transit: The Route to Shangri-La
In this prequel to a bar, restaurant and hotel review, the author encounters an Italian, three Kazakhstanis and an impatient French woman on the route to Shangri-La.
Village Life: When I Stop Wandering
Three years into globetrotting with her husband, Judy Kashoff stops to imagine their post-wandering lives in this beautiful dreamscape of village life of southern Europe.
War Stories: Dawn in the Normandy Landing Zone
I was worken by the rain at 6:30 a.m.. Except that it wasn't the raind; it was water drizzling into the room from the ceiling. In a moment of verteran-like panic I had a flashback to one year ago when...