I ran up the stairs yesterday with a smug feeling: no idea why, but I was feeling pretty happy with myself. My slipper caught the top of t...

Is there a right time for France? Yes. Is there a perfect time? No. I'm not talking about a holiday, but the question of how one dec...

I've been trying to work out if I've got it in me. Is there a sequel, or a prequel, waiting under my wings? Another book. Many ha...

A few days, six months, a year, several years, multiple visits over many years, vicarious visits …  we all do our French affairs differen...

I laughed out loud this morning and it felt good. Silliness really, political incorrectness even, but it helped shape the start of my day...