Here are four more special moments recalled from my travels over the past 15 or 20 years. Some I knew were special at the time, but others are incidents that still keep popping up in my memory without warning and at any time. Belgium. We spent two nights in the town of Ypres where some…
I really should pay more attention to the emails I get from people, not just those that come here, but also to the ones that show up in other email boxes. By a ratio of probably five to one, the questions and comments are about travel, specifically vacation travel, as opposed to the need for…
My interest in World War Two is probably a generational thing. I was just eight years old when World War Two ended, and have always been fascinated by that epic conflict. And walking around these lovely little French villages, I can’t stop thinking that seventy years ago, soldiers of an occupying German Army were…
Four-and-a-half hours after departing Austerlitz station in Paris, my train arrived in Brive-la-Gaillarde. This is a good sized city and clearly not the hamlet I had envisioned, my erroneous assumption having been that only the names of small towns are hyphenated in order to find them more easily. (“Which Brive is it you’re looking for,…