Bird song is what I thought the French language sounded like when I first arrived in France. After awhile it just sounded difficult. I was utterly lost after a person would said, "Bonjour." When I was first married I lived…

The other day, I woke up and realized that I had lived as long in our little French village as I had in my hometown, Willows. Eighteen years.  Eighteen years in one place… twice. I thought of how the first…

The flower market in Aix en Provence is nothing short of a painting in motion. An artist's dream. One can almost feel the wet paint dripping from the canvas of life.  The flower market is in a picturesque square with…

Saint Tropez is colorful in more ways than one.  Tan, yes. Nude yes. Boules, yes. Pastis, yes. Resort Fashion, yes. Hideaway, yes. White Bar, yes. Chanel, yes. Sandales, yes. Sails, yes. Blue sea, yes. Chic, oh yeah…     Pink,…

  Summers are unbeatable in France, especially in Provence. The summer days stretch out long into the evening, the boulodrome comes alive with the sound of the petanque balls clashing. The scented air of rosemary, fig, and thyme are grilled with garlic…