Ah, Les Baux. I fell in love with this charming spot the first time I laid eyes on it. How could I not? It’s the quintessential village perché, or a perched village, though Les Baux takes the usual perching tactics ever so much further. In fact, Les Baux was, according to Marvelous Provence, “Les Baux…
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How to Pack Like an Airline Employee* in Paris.
I must confess to a guilty pleasure that I enjoyed during the long, tedious months of lockdown in the surreal year that was 2020: Emily in Paris. Oh yes, I did live vicariously through her, imagining myself as Emily, complete with her slim, lithe frame, sashaying through the streets of la belle ville while wearing…
Isle sur la Sorgue.
Oh, the treasure hunt that awaits us all in Isle sur la Sorgue! This beautiful little town sits quite literally in the middle of the Sorgue river (its name means “island on the Sorgue”) and is lovely even without being the European antiques capital. You can actually get information on a walking tour of all the waterwheels…
Arles, France, in September.
Walking Tour of Arles It’s getting real, folks. We’re going to be in Arles, France, next month. And it’s been a long time coming… Thus, with no further discussion of the reason why it’s been a long time coming because really, who wants to think about all that nonsense anymore, let’s talk about Arles. On…
Safety and Diplomacy for Travel in France.
Paris is a safe city, even for a woman to be alone in. Trip Advisor backs me up in this belief, as do many other websites. Yes, it’s true. I swear it. If you don’t believe me, maybe you’ll believe TripAdvisor. Here’s an example of what Trip Advisor has to say about the subject:…
Travel. Again. At last.
I’ve tried. I’ve really, really tried. I’ve tried hard to be a homebody, the sort of person who takes joy in the simple pleasures of home and hearth. And the truth is, I’m pretty good at it. I do love to be home. I love a day where I don’t have to get out in…
St. Martin in June.
Travel is a balm for my soul. I think I must get easily bored and just need the stimulation of it all; even the getting to and around in the airport feels exciting to me when there is the possibility of visiting someplace new (or heck, not so new. Sometimes I just. Need. To. Go.)…
I shouldn’t be here.
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