Greetings all, Herein is my annual holiday nonsense (set this time in the grand cemetery Pere Lachaise, but, hey, wasn’t Dickens’ A Christmas Carol filled with ghosts and spirits?). My best to you and yours during this holiday season! cheers! Doug Doug… Continue Reading
There’s an old song published in 1918 with lyrics by Joe Young and Sam M. Lewis titled How ‘Ya Gonna Keep ‘Em Down On the Farm (After They’ve Seen Paree)? It’s about soldiers returning from Europe in WWI and what… Continue Reading
One of the great events here in France is the vendange or annual grape harvest. Almost every town hosts some sort of fête to celebrate the event. I’ve always wanted to witness a harvest, especially in Burgundy where some of… Continue Reading
PARIS — I see small signs of spring’s arrival today here in Paris. Winter jackets are unzipped, heavy scarves are wrapped much looser around the neck and the fabric awnings in front of a few cafés are drawn back to… Continue Reading
There’s a sign hanging from one of the beams in the bistro Melac here in Paris that reads: l’eau est ici reserve pour faire cuire les pommes de terre! Roughly translated it means “Here, water is reserved for cooking potatoes.”… Continue Reading
I feel it appropriate to consider those people and places that have had an important place in my heart — folks and towns that have changed me and set into place another piece of the jigsaw puzzle of life. So… Continue Reading
êê Hi Doni, Just my annual I’m-too-cheap-to-pay-for-an-international-stamp Holiday Card, but the sentiment is heartfelt. I’m still thrilled and in awe at how quickly and how great your news site has become (I almost hesitated when I said “news site”, it’s… Continue Reading
The English have traditionally taken a lot of grief about their cooking. Too bland, soft, mooshy, overcooked and pretty much just meat and potatoes are the usual criticisms. I mean really, with dishes named bangers and mash, bubble and squeak,… Continue Reading
There will always be a soft spot in my heart for the appellation of Auxey-Duresses. I bought a case of the wine back in 2005. I had never heard of the appellation before but I tasted one at a wine… Continue Reading
The plane hit the tarmac at Charles deGaulle-Roissy airport at ten o’clock on a brisk March evening. A lone figure, whose face was disquietly similar to mine, stepped out onto French soil, his sharp, square jaw set tight against the… Continue Reading
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