I think I’ve been to Domme four times. It’s one of those places I seem to be drawn to. It’s not easy or convenient to get there, although with the terrific French rail system, you’re never that far from anywhere. From Paris it’s a two-and-a-half hour TGV ride to Bordeaux and another two hours on a…
Years ago, I worked with a young woman—her name was Alice— who was reasonably bright, performed her job with competence, was fairly attractive, had married a nice guy—high school classmate. They had a little girl, who I remember as being about two years old. Alice herself was in her late 20s. Everything about Alice was…
Three years ago I was in Paris and having something to eat in one of the several street corner cafés within a two-minute walk from my hotel. It was a weekday evening, but every table was taken, both inside the restaurants and spilling out onto the sidewalk. It was the same every night I was…
Preliminary details for a return visit to Europe are slowly taking shape and include the French town of Azay-le-Rideau. It’s not very big town—the population is about 3500—not quite a three-hour drive southwest of Paris. I’ve been there twice before and am planning to go again. Why? It’s the chateau! I really don’t know why…