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...to be back home. Sigh... I'll be down to one sentence and/or one photo per day. And that may be a good thing. Who needs to read about...

It always surprises me how far away the rest of France feels from Paris (and conversely, how far away Paris seems from the rest of France). ...

What stays in the mind from a last day of biking in the Provence? The last field of poppies? The last lunch salad, with grilled goat cheese ...

I am sitting at a brasserie ( Chez Max ), out of breath and shaking. What unbelievable luck. We had left in the morning, right after the rai...

I had always thought of Sunday as a family day in France. Most everyone eats a big meal en famille in the afternoon. People go to parks, si...

At the Avignon station – the big meet up, between bike people and two renters from Madison. One renter is very very tall and very very fussy...

Late start (determined to put post up). Who sets out biking in the Provence at noon? Hot sun. We get lost quickly. But it’s pretty here. Mon...

Can you tell I’ve gone south? Forget even the temperature jump from the fifties to the eighties. Forget the still air, the clear skies (mist...

[A reader commented recently (paraphrasing) – I decided to follow your travels on my recent trip to Sicily. Thank you! We had hilarious adve...